The Emperors observing from afar were clearly regretful but made no move to interfere. This was common practice, and all of them had done the exact same thing while completing their own Sacred Mountains and palaces. Had Tang San not erected a barrier, it would have aroused suspicion instead.0

With the holy mist concealing him, Tang San's movement instantly accelerated. In his hands, the Holy Dragon Spear danced smoothly as he outlined the formation—fluid as drifting clouds and flowing water.0

Nihil's gaze flickered with awe and wonder. Though he was born as a puppet dragon, before his descent into madness, he had been tremendously powerful and thus received the best of dragonkind's education. Yet even with his power and knowledge, he couldn't understand the formation Tang San was inscribing. It was simply too complex, seemingly beyond...0