Just as Li Xiaoya finally regained consciousness and was about to tend to his injuries...
In a vast, boundless sky...
There!
The Dragon Race's Four Great Elders-Black, Red, Blue, and Gold-hovered in the void. Below them stretched an endless expanse of land, where hundreds of immensely burly Dragon Cultivators in purple-gold armor stood motionless in orderly ranks...
A breathtaking, suffocating aura naturally filled the air. These were clearly no ordinary Dragon Cultivators...
The Four Great Elders said nothing, their expressions grave...
The air was utterly silent, steeped in a somewhat eerie atmosphere...
Who knew how much time passed!
Suddenly!
"Buzz, buzz, buzz!" A space vortex suddenly began to writhe in the void. The entire sky trembled without cease as rings of gray light surged outward...
"Hmm?" Sharp light flashed in the eyes of all Four Great Elders as they looked toward the vortex of gray light...
"Whoosh!" A seemingly ordinary young cultivator clad in black armor stepped out of the gray space vortex...
"Greetings, Dragon Ancestor!" At the sight of him, the Four Great Elders hurriedly spoke in unison with the utmost respect...
"Greetings, Dragon Ancestor!" The cultivators in purple armor also called out together with tremendous force. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, clearly the result of extraordinary training...
"Mm!" Dragon Ancestor nodded faintly. Then a cold gleam suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he glanced toward a certain point in the sky before saying heavily, "Enough! All of you, go back!"
"Dragon Ancestor... this...!" The Four Great Elders froze at his words and spoke in surprise...
"I said, all of you, go back!" A chilling light abruptly blazed in Dragon Ancestor's eyes as he barked, an invincible aura erupting skyward. After a pause, he added sternly, "And none of you are to say another word today!" With that, gray