The God-Banished Land.
There was nothing but boundless, deathly silence.
The Golden Dragon King slept within that deathly silence.
How long had it been? Even he could not be bothered to count.
From the moment he was sealed, time had lost all meaning to him.
Sleep.
Sleep some more.
He could not die anyway.
Otherwise, those fellows would never have sealed him.
Weren't they all afraid of the measures the Dragon God had left behind?
Heh heh...
He could keep absorbing the Divine Realm's power to recover anyway.
The longer it went on, the better it was for him.
But just then, the Golden Dragon King's tightly shut draconic eyes snapped open.
A terrifying sensation shot from deep within his marrow and up his spine.
His hair stood on end.
What was it? What could make him feel this way?
He was the Golden Dragon King, half of the Dragon God, the being who wielded the Destruction Godhead.
Even after countless tens of thousands of years of imprisonment, he still possessed the Dragon God's flesh and foundations. Even those God Kings working together could only imprison him, not kill him.
Then where had this terrifying sensation come from?
His irritated gaze swept toward the other end of the God-Banished Land, where another cage stood.
Inside the cage was a figure.
The Asura God.
The Golden Dragon King remembered the day this fellow had been brought in.
The God of Destruction had escorted him personally, his expression livid.
Then came the sealing of divine power, the stripping of the five senses, and chains winding around him one after another, binding the mighty God of Law Enforcement like a dead dog.
The Golden Dragon King had laughed heartily then.
"The God of Law Enforcement! Even the God of Law Enforcement knowingly breaks