Roar, roar, roar...
More dragon roars rang out, coming from the dragon pillars atop the Ten Thousand Dragons Platform. The pillars shook violently, then actually split apart, turning into chunks of rubble. Dragon phantoms flew out from within them and soared toward the Ten Thousand Dragons Platform.
The dragon pearl gave off a powerful silver radiance that illuminated all directions. Countless illusory divine dragons coiled through the sky, once again forming the scene of ten thousand dragons roaming the heavens. Its aura was equally terrifying, leaving everyone's bodies stiff.
Suddenly!
The silver dragon pearl broke free from Zhao Fu's hand and swiftly burrowed into his body, startling him at once. Yet there was no further movement.
At that moment, the countless divine dragons circling in the sky with terrifying auras also swooped down from above and flooded into Zhao Fu's body. Zhao Fu could feel an immense dragon power pouring into him.
The process lasted only a brief moment. Once everything settled, Zhao Fu discovered an additional silver dragon mark on his chest, but there were no other changes.
Having lost all its power, the Ten Thousand Dragons Platform became an ordinary stone platform. A legend of the inner region vanished at this moment.
The people of the Ten Thousand Dragons Merchant Group then approached with respectful expressions. First, they bowed to Zhao Fu—partly because he had passed the eighth trial and obtained the Ten Thousand Dragons Demon Pearl, and partly because of his noble identity. They had no choice but to pay their respects, for the power of an empire was far beyond anything they could resist.
But how could they know that Zhao Fu was no imperial son of some empire? He was merely the king of a marquisate, though his bloodline was superior to theirs.
Zhao Fu