The Red Dragon let out a low dragon's song, seemingly a bit reluctant.
Yet it understood some of the prohibitions of the Great Ruins and did not linger excessively, turning away to disappear into the wilderness.
Ye Xuan watched the Red Dragon leave, withdrawing his gaze.
Sitting cross-legged atop the cliff, Ye Xuan reached out to hold a top-tier Spiritual Pattern Pen, starting to pen strokes in the void.
As the first stroke fell, countless vitality rapidly surged from all directions.
For a moment, it stirred up storm clouds.
Ye Xuan wrote like flying, bending in the void intricate Dao Patterns.
Each time a complete Dao Pattern was formed, it emitted a flash of light, then merged into the world, disappearing without a trace.
Time slowly passed.
Until a certain moment.
From afar in the sky, suddenly an orange Mysterious Light soared into the heavens, forming a Divine Light Heavenly Pillar!
