For a time, Baili An's thoughts turned chaotic like a runaway horse.
He watched in speechless shock at the figure beneath the dragon's eye—not tall, yet effortlessly majestic.
For reasons unknown, beneath his chest, that once lifeless heart pounded as if touched by a divine insight, exceptionally vigorous!
In that moment, he seemed to see a force not of this world, a true... power.
The Netherworld Dragon lifted its head from the eternal void of the long night, its invisible breath like great rivers.
In the night sky, thunder roared, rain descended, but at this moment, the heavens in this world rested not above the stars but beneath that man's feet.
Rain reversed, pouring upwards, grand in its momentum, connecting the heavens and the earth, the rain curtain hanging like an upside-down heavenly river; each seemingly insignificant raindrop actually as vast as mountains and rivers.
