Amid the rumbling sounds, buildings started rising from the ground like ice breaking, and the Black Dragon Ancient Land, which appeared every five years, began to slowly unveil itself before everyone.
The most magical part was the beams of rosy light that burst forth.
Initially, Ye Zhen thought these bursts of rosy light were just that, but oddly enough, once they ascended, they began to converge in the high sky.
Each beam gathered and stayed together aloft, and gradually, one beam after another coalesced into a huge cluster of rosy light a thousand zhang long, emitting a series of oppressive auras.
"Dragon?"
"A Dragon Form of radiant glow?" Ye Zhen was somewhat stunned as he realized what was happening.
Suddenly, a large cluster of light flew to where the dragon's head would be, and a dragon made of rosy light, with claws bared and teeth showing, starkly appeared in front of everyone; its two enormous eyes of rosy light actually seemed to be moving.
