The abyss below was filled with the bones of people murdered by the Yin and Yang old Taoist master over the past twenty years to nurture the evil dragon spirit, creating a gloomy and horrifying sight with an unbearable stench of decay. Tang Ye had no choice but to summon his Qi Force to protect his body from being affected. The evil dragon spirit, however, did not feel discomfort as it was bred right here. Ahead was the air vortex that shone with golden light, the location of the Dragon Gate.
In fact, the evil dragon spirit was eager to bring Tang Ye here also for its own reasons. Its power mainly stemmed from the Power of the Crouching Dragon, so at the Dragon Gate, it could enhance its strength.
Tang Ye leaped off the back of the evil dragon spirit, which circled overhead. The sight of man and dragon was truly spectacular, full of mythical grandeur. Tang Ye stood before the golden vortex, hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out to touch the golden whirlpool.
