By the side of Yingchou Creek, the massive body of the Nielong, as large as a mountain, was frozen in mid-air. Its dragon eyes were bulging as if they would pop out of their sockets, staring at the five-colored radiance flowing around Xu Qing. The dragon's blood beneath its scales seemed to freeze.
Just now, when Xu Qing lightly waved his hand, five streaks of red, blue, yellow, white, and black tore through the Netherworld, extracting the creek's water. This scene replayed endlessly in its mind—an aura of Chaos was enveloped within the light, mirroring the legendary Divine Bird that tore through chaos in ancient times.
"Innate Five-Colored Divine Light!"
The dragon's roar from the Nielong's throat was so powerful it caused colossal rocks by the creek to crumble. Its dragon tail swept unconsciously across the cliffside, leaving three bottomless trenches.
