Fang Yun looked up at the sky. Impenetrable blood clouds still filled it, but strangely, his gaze could pierce the blood mist and see that enormous palace.
It was a gigantic palace spanning more than a hundred li!
The entire palace was built from gray-white stone blocks, yet golden lines and patterns covered its surface. Its delicate details were like a woman painting her eyebrows, breathtakingly beautiful, while its rougher features seemed hewn by Pangu himself, rugged and weathered by the ages.
The great hall's walls were perfectly square, but its roof ridges were rather strange.
An ordinary building had only a single inverted-V roof ridge, but this great hall had fully five. Each ridge was carved into an enormous golden dragon holding a great sun in its mouth.
"Five Dragon Hall!" Fang Yun's eyes lit up. Thanks to Ao Huang, he could not have been more familiar with the architecture of the Dragon Race.
There was only one Nine-Dragon Hall. It was the heart of Dragon City, and only the Ancestral Dragon could open it in person. It had fully nine roof ridges, its roof rising and falling in nine ridges and eight valleys, with nine dragons suspended above it to hold the Myriad Worlds in check.
There were only fifteen Eight-Dragon Halls. Nine were the respective residences of the Ancestral Dragon's Nine Sons, the tenth housed the Dragon Race's Grand Censorate, and the remaining five were all residences of Dragon Emperors.
Seven-Dragon Halls were places of vital importance to the Dragon Race, such as the Dragon Court, which governed the myriad dragons; the Heaven and Earth Hall, where sacrifices were offered; the Edict Hall, where commands were issued; the Dragon Heir Academy, where future generations were nurtured; and the Dragon Prison Main Hall. All were crucial centers of