That mighty member of the Nine Great Dragon Kings, who had once stood at the pinnacle of the ancient Divine Realm, finally dissolved into motes of light that danced through the air.
Dialga faded away without a sound.
This veteran God King, whom the Dragon God had so thoroughly screwed over, vanished forever into the river of time, filled with resentment and unwillingness.
Huo Yuhao quietly watched those motes of light melt into the void.
He had to admit that, peculiar as this elder's thought processes had been, he had certainly been an honest man when it came to paying his dues.
His gaze shifted to the objects floating before him.
First was the ancient bronze bell covered in green rust.
The Clock of Time.
Back in its day, this thing had been a genuine Super Divine Artifact.
During the great battle, however, the Dragon God had shattered its core patterns of law with a single swipe of his claw, causing its grade to plummet. Now it looked battered and broken.
But it was still a divine artifact.
On the present-day Douluo Continent, where even a Level 9 Soul Tool could spark a scramble among the various factions, this battered bell would certainly have Titled Douluos fighting tooth and nail over it.
Without the slightest hesitation, he stored the Clock of Time inside the Heavenly Creation Cauldron, then turned his gaze to the mass of extremely viscous, dark-red blood qi.
It was the vital essence left behind by the Time Dragon King.
The moment the dark-red mass touched the space-time membrane covering his body, it burrowed into his meridians as though it had a consciousness of its own. It surged down through every limb and bone before finally gathering in his dantian.
This God King-level origin essence was simply too