"There's no mistake."
Yang Ming felt the tremor rising from deep within the Black Dragon Di Tian's bloodline, and a sharp light burst from his eyes.
The call from the depths of chaos had to be the Dragon God!
"So, is the Dragon God about to unroll the map and reveal the dagger, or..."
Thoughts raced through Yang Ming's mind, his gaze flickering. Controlling the Black Dragon Di Tian, he gripped the Dragon God's Sword in both hands and warily swept his surroundings from time to time as he cautiously advanced toward the Dragon God's voice in the depths of chaos.
The tides of chaotic mist surged, bringing a dampness that clung thickly to his skin.
At the same time, Yang Ming could clearly sense the Dragon God's voice growing ever clearer in the depths of chaos.
"Child... come here... hurry..."
The tides of chaotic mist parted to either side, gradually forming a T shape with the Black Dragon Di Tian. A narrow, winding path faintly emerged ahead, leading somewhere mysterious.
At that same moment, an illusory vision suddenly appeared before Yang Ming like a curtain of water. Amid shimmering ripples, a scene gradually emerged. Even though Yang Ming had received fragments of the Dragon God's memories and experienced countless brushes with life and death over the past few years, he could not help being shaken by the sight.
It was an incomparably vast valley, so enormous that its end was almost impossible to see. Beneath that immeasurably high sky, within that boundlessly immense valley, lived tens of millions of members of the Dragon Clan. These were not merely creatures carrying the dragon clan bloodline, but true dragons—high-ranking dragons with pure ancestry and pure bloodlines!
Within the valley, dragons danced wildly!
Green dragons skilled in healing soul skills, black dragons