"Oh..."
Although the divine sense transmitted by the Golden Winged Great Peng was quite vague, An Jing understood completely, and he smiled: "To enter Ancestor Mountain and pay homage to the Ancestor Dragon Scale, at least one of these True Talismans is required... Whether it's self-conjured or snatched from your hands, one must at least have the ability to conjure a True Talisman to be recognized by the Ancestor Dragon Scale."
The Great Roc quickly nodded, resembling a chick pecking rice, its blue eyes staring intently at the talisman, then at An Jing, even showing a hint of tears.
In the Zhaolin Realm, a cycle lasts a thousand years. Each generation, new Golden Sun Talismans and Golden Winged Great Pengs, or other divine beasts, come into being.
