Great Yan Palace, Imperial Study Room.
The dense purple Qi was still ascending, drifting throughout the great hall.
Behind the beaded curtain, Emperor Yan Zhao Zhiwu was sitting cross-legged on the dragon throne, his expression indifferent and calm. Suddenly, as if sensing something, his eyes slowly opened.
Subsequently, the purple Qi within the entire Imperial Study Room began to surge violently, transforming into a purple True Dragon that tumbled and roared repeatedly.
This was indeed the True Dragon Qi of the Great Yan Dynasty.
The next moment, a golden light pierced from afar, breaking through the dark sky.
A dragon roar sounded, and the sound wave seemed to turn into tangible Qi Force, surging towards the Great Yan Palace.
This sound seemed to express its dissatisfaction, its anger.
"Whoosh whoosh!" "Whoosh whoosh!"
