The lava splattered, dragon scales shattered, and blood spilled into the void as he frantically vented the haunting gloom in his heart.
The Sun-Eroding Cry quietly watched the figure battling with a group of dragons in the sea of fire, looking like a mad demon. It shook its head slightly, did not speak again, turned around and stepped forward, its figure gradually dissipating in the distorted heat waves.
Accepting Jun Huang as a formal disciple and announcing it to the Great Universe is no small matter. He needs to personally prepare, consider the list, and arrange the ceremony.
As for whether this news would be a stimulus or provocation to the Ancient Clan, who had just lost most of their young prodigies and were immersed in grief and anger, it was no longer within his scope of consideration.
He never really cared about others' opinions.
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