A terrifying aura radiated throughout the Dragon Valley Small World.
It fell equally upon every living creature and undead being.
There were only two living beings: Di Tian and Jia Lin.
There were many undead.
Every Divine Dragon corpse within the Dragon Valley Small World was an undead being.
If someone willing and capable were to summon them, the Dragon Valley Small World could produce a Bone Dragon Legion at any time, a combat unit that would act entirely according to the remnants of its will and the instincts of its bloodline.
And at this very moment.
They were all suppressed by the Nine-Colored Dragon Might, prostrated upon the ground—Jia Lin included, among all the undead and living beings.
Only Di Tian remained.
Facing the resplendent Nine-Colored Dragon Might, Di Tian stood like an immovable deity.
Chaos Qi surged forth, standing evenly against the resplendent Nine-Colored Dragon Might.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
He stepped through the void, his footsteps echoing.
Watching Di Tian's advancing back, Jia Lin's first thought was, As expected of the Dragon God's chief personal guard. He has only just met his lord again, yet he already cannot wait to pay his respects.
Then.
The next second.
Jia Lin's expression abruptly changed.
She realized that Di Tian's movements were not so respectful. He did not look like he was paying respects to his lord at all.
He looked more like... a challenger.
This situation also existed in Jia Lin's inherited memories.
The Dragon God had risen from weakness to strength.
From a minor dragon of a lower plane, he had evolved into the Nine-Colored Dragon God.
Along the way, there had never been any shortage of challengers.
The most deeply remembered challenger in the Dragonkin's inherited memories was the Phoenix God King, who commanded time, space, and Creation