Xin Lin lifted her gaze, her heart pounding intensely.
Before her eyes, there appeared a white creature, bearing a striking resemblance to a dragon.
With a body so thick not even several robust men could envelop it in their arms, its scales were like armor, covering its form, the length of its body stretched hundreds of meters, surrounded by a misty expanse of clouds, its pale golden eyes glared furiously, fixing Xin Lin with a stern gaze.
It lay like the Great Wall winding along Badaling, unending and exuding a formidable aura.
Had Xin Lin not been outstandingly brave, she might have been frightened to the point of weakening knees at first sight.
Is this a dragon? Could it really be a dragon?
Xin Lin's heart raced with loud thumps.
She had punched the Dragon Ascension Stele; could this creature be the Monument Spirit within it?
Since arriving in Longteng, Xin Lin's worldview had been entirely reshuffled.
