Meanwhile, in a hidden corner of the Fourteenth Firmament, a mist-shrouded valley cradled an ancient palace. The entire structure was built of green stone, every block carved with lifelike dragons frozen in mid-roar.
Inside the great hall, six figures sat cross-legged in silent meditation. All appeared to be middle-aged men in gold robes, yet their auras lay as deep as the sea.
Had Jared been present, he would have noticed the concentrated draconic energy rolling off them.
They were Draconians, members of the Sky Dragon Lineage.
At the seat of honor sat an elder with silver-streaked hair. His features held unbending authority, and every time his eyes opened, cold light flashed; his power had reached the True Immortal Realm.
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