Sovereign Spiritual Treasury

Dark clouds hung in the sky, dimming the light. The wind howled without cease, letting out low moans, and a bleak, murderous air filled heaven and earth.

Near White Dragon Hill, crowds stirred as renowned experts from far and wide gathered, awaiting the opening of the spiritual treasury left behind by the White Dragon Sovereign.

Mu Chen and the others stood atop a relatively low hill, their gazes sweeping across the people nearby, their expressions somewhat grave.

He had spotted several individuals among the crowd whose auras ran deep, and even from afar, they made him feel threatened.

They were all at least late Heaven Transformation Realm experts, perhaps even Heaven Reaching Realm experts.

Hun Yufeng smiled as he looked at this group of rivals.

Ahead stood five towering peaks encircling one another, with a vast lake at their center. The lake water was crystal clear, like a silver mirror.

As they waited, time continued to pass. Night fell over the land, and a bright moon cast down its cold radiance.

As the moonlight grew colder, the silver moon reflected in the lake began to emit an unusual glow, while mist rose from the water's surface.

"Something's happening."

No one knew who shouted it, but the tranquil White Dragon Hill instantly erupted into activity.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth began to surge, gathering toward the center of the lake. The violent spiritual energy stirred up gusts of wild wind, yet the lake surface remained eerily without a single ripple.

A streak of light shot into the sky, as though it had stepped out from the moon in the water.

The figure of light wore white robes, upon which a lifelike white dragon coiled. A terrifying pressure spread outward.

"The White Dragon Sovereign..." Hun Yufeng narrowed his eyes slightly.