As he pondered, everyone had already arrived deep within the Great Void, before a majestic sea of Chrono-Light vortexes.
The rise and fall of the past, present, and future, four different temporal directions, the cause and effect of years, converged here into a river, then transformed into a vortex.
The treasure house of the Dragon Clan had arrived.
Countless fragmented light and shadow fragments swirled and flowed in the vortex, sometimes solidifying like crystals, sometimes flowing like light, as if billions of shattered mirrors, each reflecting a distinctly different era.
"This is the entrance, the very place where our Dragon Clan was born, and where the treasure house is located." Jin Qixu said softly, his dragon eyes reflecting the flow of the vortex, "Please, follow me."
As his words fell, he stepped forward first, followed by Su Xinbai.
