The power of the Dragon Race's Manifestation Jade self-destructing was no less than that of an Eleventh Realm True Man detonating their Qi Sea. A pillar of light shot into the heavens, piercing through Yunxiao and tearing a massive hole in the sky.
Any Cultivator below the Twelfth Realm dared not face the power of the Manifestation Jade's self-destruction head-on.
RUMBLE.
The sea of clouds roiled and billowed, with air currents that seemed to part the heavens. Lu Mingyuan looked up.
The moonlight distorted slightly.
An old fisherman with a wizened face and white hair appeared in the void, sitting cross-legged atop a cloud. Amidst the whistling, destructive winds that swept across the sky, a faintly twinkling star suddenly traced an arc, falling into the center of Changle Palace.
Upon closer inspection, the twinkling star was actually a fishhook.
"A Great Yan Tributor is taking action."
Luo Ying recognized him at a glance.
