Volume One, Chapter 299
Two days later, Zhao Fu and Lang Qing arrived before an altar. The altar stood a thousand meters tall upon a stretch of flat ground, built entirely from massive stones. It looked rugged and ancient, emanating a lofty, powerful aura.
Quite a few people had already gathered here, for this was where one could obtain the ancestral legacy and become the young clan leader of the Shaman Clan.
Zhao Fu and Lang Qing's arrival immediately drew countless gazes. Ever since Zhao Fu had fused the curse inscriptions, he had become the most terrifying existence in the hearts of countless people.
Wu Ying watched Zhao Fu with both eyes. She too had heard of Zhao Fu fusing countless curse inscriptions and felt immense pressure. This would also be the place of her final battle with Zhao Fu; no matter what, she would not easily admit defeat.
More and more people arrived.
Roar!
A massive dragon's roar rang out. Countless white clouds gathered around the altar, first forming an enormous dragon body, then an enormous dragon head, and finally a ten-thousand-meter-long dragon formed from countless white clouds, emanating a vast yet ethereal aura.
Under this aura, everyone felt as though they were standing atop a cliff, an inexplicable terror rising within them.
This was the guardian spirit of the altar, named the Cloud God Dragon.
The Cloud God Dragon's ethereal dragon eyes looked down upon the many Wuzi below before finally settling on Zhao Fu. It too sensed the terrifying Shaman Curse within Zhao Fu's body and asked in an ethereal voice, "How do you possess such a terrifying Shaman Curse?"
Zhao Fu smiled calmly. "It was formed by fusing the Shaman Curses of various tribes. No need for nonsense. Begin the final trial!"
The Cloud God Dragon