On the way to Kunlun Mountain, my wrist grew hotter and hotter.
The dragon-shaped mark felt alive, flashing with golden light from time to time. Xiaoyu said the dragon orb was adapting to my mortal body, but I felt it wasn't that simple—every time the mark grew hot, strange flashes of images crossed my mind:
On a battlefield with thousands of troops and horses, I was clad in armor, holding a long spear, and behind me was... a battered silver dragon?
Chapter 106