The night was silent.
In the middle of the square of this private training base.
Wang Che sat on the ground. The Myriad Treasures Dao Palace above his head glowed and emitted a mysterious aura.
The little caterpillar lay beside Wang Che and watched curiously.
What was that?
The Magnetic Sword flew around the Myriad Treasures Dao Palace. It was very active.
It seemed to be very curious about everything.
At this moment, it seemed to have reached a critical point.
"Open!" Wang Che shouted.
In an instant, the door to the first floor of the Myriad Treasures Dao Palace opened!
"Roar!"
Wang Che vaguely heard a loud dragon roar!
His body shook. He was naturally very familiar with this voice.
It was the voice of the Desolate Ancestor God Rending Dragon.
He looked at the first floor and could vaguely see a blurry dragon shadow flying out of the first floor's door.
Wang Che's heart palpitated.
