The night was cool as water.
Bright moonlight poured down,
Coating the Yuan family residence in a layer of silver frost.
Above the residence,
A pale-yellow light curtain faintly glowed.
This was the second-rank high-grade grand formation, the Yellow Soil Formation. The pale-yellow light curtain carried a somewhat heavy aura, and for more than a hundred years, it had never been broken.
Suddenly, with a light buzz,
The storage pouch at Wentian's waist abruptly flashed with spiritual light, and a blue-black figure burst out of the pouch, charging straight into the sky!
The figure rapidly expanded in midair, transforming in the blink of an eye into a flood dragon more than thirty zhang long.
Its dark cyan scales gleamed with a cold, dim luster beneath the moonlight.
Fine ice crystals condensed on the dragon horns atop its head, and its dragon pupils were ink-black.
