Within the Dragon World, the aura of annihilation spread throughout the entire world. Other than cultivators, all mortals here had long since died out. Even the lifespans of some weaker cultivators had reached their end.
At this moment—
A colossal seven-colored divine dragon coiled around an enormous sacred mountain, breathing in the essence of sun and moon, gathering spiritual energy from all directions, and evolving the laws of the Great Dao. The entire heaven and earth resonated with him; even the aura of the world's annihilation could not erode his body.
"Unfortunately, I am ultimately an outsider and cannot merge my Dao with this world." The seven-colored divine dragon suddenly opened his enormous eyes and looked into the distance.
His eyes were like two divine lamps, with faint world-destroying lightning flashing within them. Great Dao runes condensed one after another in his pupils, as though they wished to imprint themselves upon the origin of this world, yet they could never succeed.
The void ahead suddenly twisted, and four equally massive golden divine dragons flew out. Each of them bowed to the seven-colored divine dragon.
"You should not have come. In a few thousand years, a great battle will erupt here." The seven-colored divine dragon looked at the four golden divine dragons before him and sighed.
One of the golden divine dragons raised its head and said, "Ancestor, the four of us also wish to do our part for you."
"Though you are also World Lords, you are merely ordinary World Lords. The enemies involved in this battle will likely be top-tier World Lords at the very least." The seven-colored divine dragon shook his head.
"Ancestor, if the four of us join forces and unleash our innate divine ability, we should be able to hold back one top-tier World Lord for