Yang Ming did not let his guard down in the slightest. If the Dragon God Nine Trials had not been the Dragon God's Wraith's doing, could the Dragon God himself really have arranged them?
And now that he had completed the Dragon God Nine Trials, what would he face next?
Yang Ming had no answers. All he could do was use his consciousness to tense every muscle in the Black Dragon Di Tian's body, spreading his third-level divine origin realm divine sense throughout the surroundings and keeping a close watch on every blade of grass and every movement nearby.
Just then, a seven-colored halo slowly descended like blossoms scattered by a celestial maiden. A warm, welcoming aura descended with it, like family reunited in a foreign land after a long separation, unconsciously easing Yang Ming's vigilance a little.
Countless wisps of seven-colored mist surged, gradually coalescing into a solid figure before Yang Ming's eyes. The figure was exceedingly familiar to him: a ten-thousand-meter-long dragon lay upon the boundless earth, his entire body shimmering with seven-colored light. Even his scales bore seven colors. The scales appeared irregular, each seemingly different in shape, yet they fit together in perfect harmony, like countless inlaid gemstones.
Unlike the Dragon God's Wraith, who constantly exuded a cold, vicious aura, the enormous being before him radiated warm light. That light seemed to shine straight into one's heart. Any living creature would feel heartfelt joy and peace, like a child nestled in their mother's arms.
He was the Dragon God!
The last time, Yang Ming had seen the Dragon God's Image. Could this, too, be a projection the Dragon God had left here countless years ago through his tremendous power?
The Dragon God held his proud head high, his whole body exuding an indescribable aura. The instant