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After fiddling with it for a while, Huang Xiaolong simply tossed the toy-like altar into the Asura Tube.
Once the altar was gone, the ancient island's years of enshrouded mystery, along with the dragon's majesty that permeated the air, slowly vanished like smoke dissipating into the clouds.
In just a few days, the island would become nothing more than an ordinary island.
Even the "Dragon's Relics," a site with many years of fame in the world of overseas cultivators, would be erased from the annals of history.
"Hmm~~ Now let's return to Dragon Island. I will place this altar on Dragon Island," Huang Xiaolong said, unable to wait.
Immediately, Huang Xiaolong summoned a flying sword.
The Sword Qi was like a rainbow as everyone stepped onto the flying sword and soared into the sky.
In the night, the flying sword trailed a splendid and exquisite light, speeding through the air.
