Yang Chen nodded lightly without saying much, then followed the Redwood Dragon King deeper into the enormous, magnificent Dragon King Palace, which towered ten thousand zhang into the sky.
Before entering the Dragon King Palace, he had felt nothing unusual. Yet the moment he stepped inside, Yang Chen sensed an oppressive pressure permeating the air and surrounding him from all sides.
This pressure did not seem directed at him personally. Rather, it was an innate aura of kingship. Even the slightest release of such a regal aura was enough to make countless people shudder without cold.
Following that sensation, Yang Chen looked straight ahead and saw an enormous dragon body.
It was an ancient dragon that had clearly weathered the vicissitudes of time, one that had lived for who knew how many years.
The old dragon was coiled atop an enormous dragon bed. Its body alone measured several hundred zhang in length, and that was without even fully stretching out.
Its length alone far surpassed that of every dragon present.
More importantly, this dragon's body was identical to Golden Claw's. It too was a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon. In particular, the small claw on its abdomen was incomparably distinct.
One look was enough for Yang Chen to know who this dragon was.
The Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Emperor!
As Yang Chen looked upon the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Emperor, a conclusion gradually formed in his heart.
Even the Redwood Dragon King who had spoken with him earlier possessed an aura surpassing the Heavenly Separation Realm, having reached the lofty Heavenly Mandate Realm. This old dragon's aura was clearly far more terrifying than the Redwood Dragon King's. If nothing unexpected had happened, he had likely reached the final realm of the Three Realms of Heavenly Dao.
Yang Chen did not quite know what sort