Fang Yun looked at the Dragon Gate and felt incomparably small. Falling from a height of two hundred zhang should have taken only a dozen or so breaths, yet he felt as though he had fallen from the very top of the true Dragon Gate, millions of miles above the ground, and was still plummeting endlessly.
Fang Yun was dazed, no longer able to tell where he was. Heaven and earth, all four directions, lay utterly silent and empty, as though he were in a pitch-black starry void. Only the immense Dragon Gate stood before him, enduring since time immemorial.
After a long while, realization dawned on Fang Yun.
Passing the Eighth Dragon Gate brought one into a new space, and this new space should be where the Dragon Gate's true body resided.
But the Dragon Gate's power was simply too great. Once it descended, it merged the two worlds into one-the seamless, flawless union of legend.
After an unknown length of time, Fang Yun felt his feet settle on something solid, and his suspended heart grew calm. Beneath him was still the Dragon Gate River, the banks still lay on either side, and before him still stood the thousand-zhang-high Dragon Gate.
Beneath the Dragon Gate, members of every race looked back.
Fang Yun swept his gaze over everyone ahead.
Of the twenty-nine Great Dragon Kings, only twenty-eight remained. All the white dragons were extremely old, which meant Ao Yuwei was not among them. She was one of the two who had passed the Ninth Dragon Gate.
Ao Huang was not among them either, meaning he too had passed the Ninth Dragon Gate.
Fang Yun smiled. This was good news.
Three True Dragons remained before the Ninth Dragon Gate. Besides the Sea-Calming Dragon King, there was a red dragon from