The Golden Light Zones left by the Celestial Dragon Race in the Sin Domain are roughly the same, barely distinguishable from one another.
Moreover, due to the issue of not recognizing different races, Li Zheng feels that every one of these Celestial Dragon people looks almost similar, and sometimes he even thinks that the Golden Light Zones in the seven Sin Domains are actually the same batch of Celestial Dragon people.
"Every time I come here, I feel a sense of awe. If all races could have the pure battle spirit of the Celestial Dragon Race, perhaps the Outer City wouldn't be in its current state."
Li Zheng, hand in hand with Mirel, walks into the Golden Light Zone, looking at each Celestial Dragon who retains the expression from their last moments of life. Once again, he wonders what kind of cohesion could lead so many people to march to their deaths so willingly?
"The Celestial Dragon Race must have had a leader with extraordinary Charm back then, right?"
