Chapter 6107

Meanwhile, in a hidden corner of the Fourteenth Firmament, a mist-shrouded valley cradled an ancient palace.

The entire structure was built from green stone, every block carved with lifelike dragons frozen mid-roar.

Inside the great hall, six figures sat cross-legged in silent meditation.

All appeared to be middle-aged men dressed in gold robes, yet their auras ran as deep as the sea.

If Jared had been present, he would have immediately noticed the dense draconic energy radiating from them.

They were Draconians—members of the Sky Dragon Lineage.

At the seat of honor sat an elder with silver-streaked hair. His features carried an unyielding authority, and whenever his eyes opened, a cold gleam flashed within them. His cultivation had already reached the True Immortal Realm.