Fang Yun faced the empty Emperor Dragon palace, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began his final preparations.
The ancestral incarnations watched Fang Yun, not knowing what he intended to do.
After a long while, Fang Yun slowly opened his eyes. Ancestral Might rippled around him, his robes fluttered, his black hair streamed behind him, and invisible waves spread in every direction.
The incarnations of the saints and ancestors hurriedly retreated.
Space shattered like a mirror, and the head of the Heavenly Emperors Dragon slowly emerged from the Void.
The dragon head was ferocious, its aura blanketing the heavens, arrogant beyond compare.
As the ancestral incarnations gazed upon the Heavenly Emperors Dragon's head, their hearts soared. In its day, how had the Heavenly Emperors Dragon once stirred the winds and clouds?
Even the ancestral incarnations lowered their noble heads.
Yet inwardly, they cursed Fang Yun bitterly. Why was he using the Heavenly Emperors Dragon's head at a time like this?
"Radiance Mountain is mine!"
After Fang Yun spoke, Sacred Power surged around him like flames, transforming into a powerful fountain of Sacred Power that poured into the Heavenly Emperors Dragon's head.
The dragon head still had its eyes shut, but its aura rose steadily. At last, the Heavenly Emperors Dragon opened its massive jaws and roared toward the sky.
"Roar..."
The deep, thunderous sound deafened all who heard it. Within ten million miles, space collapsed and the Void was reborn.
Pale white shockwaves, like tidal waves, surged continuously in all directions.
The Great Sages were flung away in every direction like pillows kicked into the air, unconscious before they hit the ground.
The ancestral incarnations could only withstand it by relying on Ancestral Treasures.
Several Saint Ancestor incarnations without Ancestral Treasures were likewise sent flying, struggling desperately in midair like