The barrier and martial stage vanished, replaced by an open gate leading to a resplendent, ancient palace hall.0

The interior was empty except for a single dragon bone resting at the very center. The dragon bone sparkled like jade, with an intricate dragon-shaped rune etched onto its surface.0

“Heavenly Dragon Rainmaker? What is this?”1

Guo Ran read the characters carved into the stone beside the dragon bone and felt a pang of disappointment. According to the inscription, this was a divine ability of the dragon race, yet its name lacked the majesty he had hoped for. It seemed unimpressive.0

Long Chen and the others entered the hall. Examining the rune on the dragon bone, Long Chen remarked, “This should be the palm attack that senior unleashed just now.”0

“Really?”0

Guo Ran shuddered at the memory of the Dragon Emperor’s overwhelming strike. That attack had nearly crushed him despite his best defenses.0

“It should be,” Long Chen confirmed. “When he unleashed that...0