Yang Chen nodded slightly and did not say much. He followed the Red Tree Dragon King and entered the magnificent Dragon King Palace, which stood tall on a ten-thousand-foot peak.
Before entering the palace, nothing seemed unusual. However, once inside, Yang Chen could feel an overwhelming oppressive sensation deeply rooted in the air and surrounding him.
This oppressive feeling seemed to stem not from himself but from an inherent aura of a king. Even if only a little bit of this aura leaked out, it would be enough to send shivers up the spines of many people.
Yang Chen followed this feeling, and his eyes fell upon an enormous dragon's body.
This dragon had obviously experienced the vicissitudes of time and had lived for an unknown number of years.
The old dragon was coiled on a massive dragon bed, its body length spanning several hundred zhang even without stretching out.
Just this size alone far exceeded that of any other dragon in the hall.
