"Descend!"
The man gave the spear in his hand a slight twist, and the Golden Dragon coiled in midair, radiating crushing pressure, instantly plunged straight down from the highest heavens.
It slammed headfirst into the earth. Already shattered, the ground suffered another devastating blow, and its collapse accelerated.
Rumble-
A crimson-white light swept outward from where the dragon had struck, reducing everything in its path to dust.
As Li Dao watched that heaven-destroying, earth-shattering display of power, towering waves of shock surged through his heart.
"I devoted my entire life to creating this Divine Ability. It consists of three moves."
"Master the first two, and none in your realm will be your match. As for the final move, everyone has their own destined path."
"Successor, if you inherit my Divine Ability, let its name resound once more. As for the final move, contemplate it and see where it leads."
His gaze turned toward Li Dao, his eyes seeming to pierce through countless ages of time and space to behold this successor. As his words faded, his body grew illusory, dissolving into wisps of ash that scattered through the air.
Li Dao was profoundly shaken, but before he could think further, everything around him began to collapse.
A resounding dragon cry rang out, and the Golden Divine Dragon charged straight toward him.
It rapidly shrank and plunged into his brow, transforming into runes that branded themselves firmly into his mind.
A sharp pain stabbed through Li Dao's head, making him narrow his eyes. When he opened them again, he had already returned to the Scripture Repository.
The White-Clad Man and the terrifying Golden Dragon had both vanished.
He stood blankly before the bookshelf, as though his soul had slipped away.
Li Dao swept his gaze around. If not for the repeated