"Broken Dragon Plate?"
Upon hearing the name of this disc, Yang Zhen's face showed a look of surprise. He curiously asked, "After the Yingling Saint's death, could it still use his Destined Spiritual Treasure to record the last scene of his life?"
The despicable cat pondered for a moment, then spoke, "For such an astonishing and unconventional matter, of course it must be recorded. The Yingling Great Sage, that guy, must have been tormented by rumors and gossip in his later years. This is no different from using death to prove his point. Although the recorded scene had captured, what exactly was that black figure just now, it still failed to leave behind any useful information. The question now is... how do we get out?"
The world around them once again returned to a state of chaos, a bleak expanse where everything was grey and lifeless without edges or boundaries.
