The Dragon Monarch...
Had actually...
Fled?!
Just like that... without a moment's hesitation... he retreated?!!
The Bixuan Dragon King stood frozen as if struck by lightning, his mind a complete blank.
He couldn't understand. He couldn't accept it!
His Majesty the Dragon Monarch had clearly descended, so why... why had he left without a single word? Why hadn't he even spared a glance for his own descendant before just... leaving?
From within the great, pure-white sun in the Celestial Vault, a faint sigh could be heard, one that seemed to carry a hint of a helpless, wry smile.
Immediately after, the phantom of the great sun slowly faded and vanished, as if it had never been there at all.
But a faint wisp of its Dao Rhyme—one of eternal light, of dominion over the mortal world—lingered between Heaven and Earth.
