In the boundless starry sky, an enormous Half-Sage Mountain Bearer flew at tremendous speed.
"Where did that fellow Fang Yun go? Why can't I sense his presence in the direction of the Saint Origin Continent? Hmph, I'll simply go wait in the Bloodmang Realm. He'll have to return there someday."
The Battle Realm.
The Western Sea Dragon Race held remnants of the Ancient Dragon Race's power, including one corner of the Battle Realm.
The Battle Realm was where the Ancient Dragon Race had honed themselves. Rumor had it that even the Dragon Emperors and the Ancestral Dragon had tempered themselves there, leaving behind countless spiritual imprints.
Within the Battle Realm, Dragon Qi surged and Dragon Might stretched vast and boundless. The farther one ventured from the entrance, the stronger the realm's power became, the greater the pressure one endured, and the faster one grew.
The Battle Realm spanned a hundred thousand li. Every li forward represented tangible progress.
Fifty thousand li deep into the Battle Realm, lightning filled every inch of space, linking heaven and earth and illuminating the entire world in stark white.
A white Dragon Emperor, scorched black by lightning, stood amid billions upon billions of thunderbolts, advancing step by step. Her enormous body was over twenty zhang long, yet each step carried her only a single chi.
Occasionally, enormous, translucent imprints of Sainthood-a dragon's head, claw, scales, or body-flashed past. Each time, the white dragon trembled all over, her scales fell away, and dragon blood streamed down.
Yet she never stopped.
Thirty-one thousand li into the Battle Realm, another white dragon struggled forward through ice and snow, though he was only a Dragon King, not a Great Dragon King.
At twenty-nine thousand li, a sea of fire blazed, and a yellow dragon lay listlessly amid the flames.