Dragon-Shocking One looked toward Yi Junzi. They did not have much time.
They had to determine victory and defeat as quickly as possible, then complete that step.
He believed Yi Junzi thought the same.
Whichever of them won in the end, it would be a victory for the True Dragon Clan. The existence of two mighty True Dragons would be enough to greatly transform the clan's situation. They would never again be as hard-pressed as they were now.
As for the others present, and Origin Xia's mission, those were not matters he needed to consider now.
He had gone to every conceivable length to become the one presiding over this force. The benefit was that he held authority over all the treasure artifacts in their possession. This was a right granted by the Upper Three Worlds, intended to prevent those below from complying in public while opposing in private.
He could let whomever he wished wield these treasure artifacts. If he did not agree, he could seize them back at any time; no one could use them against him. By this point, apart from Celestial Xia, no one could interfere with him any longer.
At this moment, Yi Junzi also looked over from his seat. A faint blood-red hue surfaced in both their eyes. They both understood that the struggle for the Upper Layer could now begin.
The instant their gazes met, there was a thunderous boom. It was as though a peal of thunder had sounded in both their minds at once, and the scene before them simultaneously changed.
He saw a savage and desolate world. A gigantic dragon skeleton lay quietly crouched upon the earth, its bones crystalline and translucent like precious jade, radiating seven-colored clouds of light.
They had entered another plane—the collective true consciousness inherent to