"This matter is unsolvable."
Cang Nanyi's expression was somewhat indifferent: "The one who suppressed this dragon is quite resourceful. He used the power of the Thirteen Sword Soul Star Ropes of the Heavenly Mountain to seal the White Dragon in this realm. The source of power for these thirteen Soul Cones is that Heavenly Mountain.
If you want to rescue it, there's only one way: cut the Thirteen Star Ropes, collapse the Heavenly Mountain, and then it can be set free."
The power of the Divine Statue had clearly reached its limit. Barely finishing its last sentence, the divine light around Cang Nanyi shattered completely, and his figure dispersed into countless specks of light like fireflies.
Baili An rose and came to the dragon's back, examining those thirteen Soul Cones for a long time, seeing the myriad changes in the runes on them, finding no flaws.
At least, with Baili An's current understanding of the path of runes, he was utterly helpless against the thirteen Soul Cones.
