Feeling a stir in his heart, Bai Ziyue closed the Dharma Cultivation Room.
Then he quickly appeared outside the Kunwu Golden Pagoda.
Looking back, at the entire ancient and natural Kunwu Golden Pagoda, he revealed a slight smile on his face, just reaching out with a gesture.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Nestled within the Dragon Emperor Palace, the Kunwu Golden Pagoda, which hadn't budged for countless tens of thousands of years, suddenly began to vibrate.
Then it soared into the sky, and rapidly shrunk down, in just the blink of an eye, it transformed into a small pagoda that could be held in one's palm, and then it fell into Bai Ziyue's palm.
"I've got the Kunwu Golden Pagoda, as for the Memory Inheritance Hall, it's crafted from the lifeblood of generations of Dragon Race powerhouses, and can't be taken without Dragon Race bloodline. Although a bit regrettable, it's nothing much.
Next is heading to the front hall of the Dragon Emperor Palace."
