One could see its front half was also gradually fading away. This greatly disappointed the Langhuan Saint. "Is Central Earth trying to break our agreement? To foolishly transfer such precious national fate to someone else is simply outrageous! If such a Central Earth cannot serve me, then it's time for a change in dynasty!"
His tone was indifferent, as if changing a dynasty was as simple to him as eating or drinking. With a flick of his arm, the sacred decree scroll ignited without any flame.
The Five-clawed Golden Dragon let out a mournful cry as it burned, giving off trails of white smoke. But the smoke did not rise. Instead, it sank, drifting down into the deep, dark staircase that extended ever downward behind the bronze door.
Something seemed to be breathing deeply in the chasm below. As It absorbed the wisps of white smoke, a profound sigh echoed faintly from the depths.
