He was still afraid of the large green eye.
Braydon Neal smiled faintly and continued forward.
The journey spanned tens of millions of miles.
Finally, they reached the end of the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain.
From afar, an endless dragon with snow-white hair could be seen rolling in the sky. Its scales were constantly cracking, as if melting away.
The pain of its impending death had nearly driven it mad.
The level ten aura was suffocatingly oppressive.
Yet it ignited greed and desire in everyone's eyes.
The level ten dragon was on the brink of death.
The great path had appeared.
For all level nine warriors, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
The rain of the great path, capable of advancing all transcendents below the high-level, was descending.
Such a chance only came once in tens of millions of years.
No one was willing to let it slip by.
Braydon and the others remained steadfast.
