Bai Feng's fingertips brushed gently against the ancient dragon scripture. On the yellowed pages, ancient runes writhed like living things, as if whispering of the past glory and vicissitudes of the dragon race.
The moment his Divine Sense touched the text, a vast torrent of information surged into his mind like a roaring tide, and countless images flashed before his eyes: giant dragons soaring through the highest heavens, their breath shattering mountains and rivers; powerful dragon warriors engaged in fierce battles with ancient mighty beings, causing the very heavens and earth to change color; and the core of the mysterious dragon tomb, imbued with a power capable of subverting the world.
Bai Feng felt a wave of violent pain, as if countless sharp blades were churning inside his mind. He clenched his teeth and fully channeled the power of the Chaos Bell, erecting a golden barrier within his sea of consciousness just to barely sort through this ferocious flood of information.
Chapter 870