ature of ancient times renowned alongside the Jiuyin, possessed power rivaling that of true dragons and phoenixes.Based on the remains of this dragon, it might not be a pure-blood dragon.But at least...The pitch-black space rift was silently dissolving.

The water churned by the quake transformed into mist, a swirling cloud.

That day, the young master of the dragon clan, looked like he had some potential.

But in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was nothing but a show, a gilded facade.