Cyan light flowed like water as the sun and moon hung high in the sky.
The Cyan Dragon Holy Land was located far beyond the vast expanse of the Azure Flame Mansion, existing within an independent Ancient Secret Realm.
A vast Secret Realm serving as a Holy Land for a race's heritage—its ancient age, long history, and profound foundation all spoke for themselves.
Ancient Dao rhythms and shimmering Dao Marks filled the void, suffusing it with a dazzling, iridescent light.
Ye Tianling stood suspended in the void. Before he had even set foot in the Cyan Dragon Holy Land, he felt as if he had submerged himself in a Spiritual Spring or stepped upon a vast expanse of Spiritual Land.
'So, this is the land of the Dragon Race.'
Ye Tianling gazed out through the ethereal light of the soon-to-activate Teleportation Array, sighing to himself with emotion.
