In the market, everyone stood frozen in place, not daring to move an inch.
After a long, long time, the thunder that had echoed countless times finally dissipated slowly.
The massive shadow gradually moved away, and the radiance of the Great Sun once again shone upon the world.
But by this time, the sun had dimmed, and it was unclear how much time had passed.
Gu Yuan looked down and touched himself, discovering the blood rain on his body had quietly disappeared at some point.
Yet a few spirit grasses on Silver Moon Bay, seemingly nourished, grew even more lush.
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
Only then did the people in the market awaken as if from a dream, and without a word, they hurriedly used their escape light to return to their respective cave mansions.
The fall of the True Dragon had no inevitable connection with the disciples of the Qi Refining Stage.
