When Zhang Xiaohua made out the faint outline of that dragon head, he was utterly horrified. After calming the stormy waves in his heart, he curiously examined where he was. Clearly, above his head stretched an unobstructed, pale-blue expanse without end, like the azure sky outside on a cloudless day. Beneath his feet lay pale gold, with endless undulating outlines like rippling water. Unlike the dragon head in the far distance, these outlines could not be seen clearly, but upon closer inspection, they could still be recognized as the dragon body of the Dragon Vein!
"Just how long is this Dragon Vein? Could it be coiled within this restriction?" Zhang Xiaohua frowned slightly.
At this moment, the aura emitted by the Dragon-Tiger Talismans within Zhang Xiaohua's Niwan Palace was already enough to withstand the pressure radiating from the Dragon Vein. However, his divine sense could not leave his body, leaving him no different from an ordinary person. Of course, the Dragon Vein was incomparably enormous. Even if Zhang Xiaohua could release his divine sense, its range of merely forty or fifty zhang would be but a drop in the ocean compared to the Dragon Vein. How could he possibly see its full form?
As he pondered, Zhang Xiaohua suddenly stirred. Oh no. It was already night when I came in, and I wasted so much time outside the restriction. Could it already be midnight?
Just then, a strange fluctuation rippled across Zhang Xiaohua's body. Before he could react, his figure immediately fell from the air, plunging straight toward the already blurred outline of the Dragon Vein below. Stranger still, after Zhang Xiaohua had fallen several zhang, the fluctuation intensified. Boundless starlight streamed down and wrapped around him. He was at the edge of the Dragon Vein's dragon-shaped spine. The Dragon