This was the famous golden horn azure dragon in the cosmos.
Among the myriad races in the cosmos, it stood at the peak from birth and was exceedingly rare.
In the vast universe, such beings appeared only once in tens of millions of years. Now, here in the endless void, one existed.
Braydon Neal couldn't approach too closely.
The aura emanating from this giant beast was overwhelmingly powerful, exerting pressure that kept Braydon at bay.
This aura gave Braydon another sensation—this golden horn azure dragon appeared to be deceased.
There was no sign of life; the powerful pressure seemed to be the lingering remnant of the dragon's body.
Even so, it was beyond Braydon's capacity to approach.
The golden horn azure dragon had been dead for countless years, its body eternal—unchanging, undiminishing, indestructible.
How such a formidable existence had met its end remained a mystery.
