Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

Fang Yi turned to look, only to see a chariot of golden splendor being pulled by nine giant dragons, surging out of the darkness at high speed.,"What a formidable chariot, I wonder if it's a divinely forged artifact with countless patterns",Zhang Ruochin soared out of the Golden Stepped Dragon Palanquin like a great peng spreading its wings. The space before him twisted and warped, becoming a swirling vortex.。