Longhuang Island was fraught with danger, and that wasn't just talk. Too many hazards lurked in the shadows, often only revealing themselves after someone had died.
Among the crowd, many cast hesitant glances toward the celestial staircase, wondering who would be next to perish. But they were the minority. The vast majority were mentally prepared. In the cultivation world, who didn't risk their life for a chance at great opportunities?
"If you want to get on the island, this is the only way!"
"I'm going first!"
Without much hesitation, figures began to land on the staircase, climbing upward step by step.
The staircase was extraordinary. As the numerous Cultivators set foot upon it, they felt dragon chants ringing in their ears—a deafening sound that made their hearts tremble, their blood surge, and their legs shake.
This was draconic might. The might of the Dragon Emperor.
