As far as the eye could see, the entire sky had dimmed.
Only the spot where Lin Shisan stood shone brightest, like a lone lamp in the darkness, utterly out of place.
"Little Dragon, hurry back! Someone's coming."
At the thought, Lin Shisan's pupils contracted, and he hurriedly called to the Jiaolong True Spirit.
He had never expected this session of tempering his body with starlight to cause such a commotion.
It had actually swallowed so much radiance that the whole sky had dimmed. He had stirred up serious trouble.
Could the Nine Heavens True Dragon Art really defy the heavens to this extent?
However formidable he was, he could not possibly have swallowed the entire sky into darkness all by himself, could he?
If it really defied the heavens that much, wouldn't he have become one of those legendary sages or Heavenly Emperors, capable of destroying a planet with a raised hand?
Had some other major incident happened?
Had he been caught like a fish in a pond struck by disaster?
In the end, Lin Shisan still leaned toward the possibility that he was a pond fish caught in some sudden catastrophe.
"Roar..."
The Jiaolong True Spirit once again showed a humanlike expression.
Though it struggled and writhed desperately, it simply could not get back to him.
"Little Dragon, hurry back! This is no time to fool around."
Lin Shisan was genuinely getting anxious.
Through his divine sense, he detected at least seven or eight figures rapidly approaching from all around.
All of them were heading toward his brilliantly illuminated little courtyard.
"Wha... Little Dragon, what's wrong?"
Lin Shisan focused his gaze and noticed something amiss.
It seemed it was not refusing to return on purpose. Rather, it was like something that had fallen into a swamp and could