Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

Even a milk dragon is still a dragon!

Shen Jue made such outrageous remarks when creating the Dragon Palace ruins.

He complained about the aquatic plants and animals of the Three Gorges Dam and took some insignificant biomass from them.

Then, using Shen Jue's power, the Ancient Fusion Radiance, the Crown of Helios, he created this giant milk dragon that could star in an episode of Ultraman and serve as a monster.

The dragon's Word of Power was created by some of the powers that Shen Jue shared with it.

"Gaga di la se!" The giant milk dragon let out a deep sound amidst its maniacal laughter.

Lu Mingfei and the others tried hard to control themselves but couldn't stop laughing hysterically.

The giant milk dragon stared blankly at the crowd.

"Andy!"

The giant milk dragon let out another strange roar.

Lu Mingfei tried his best to contact Lu Mingze, only to find that the Orochi scales in his pocket had become scalding hot.

Amidst his maniacal laughter, he pulled out the scales and held them up.

The giant milk dragon's dazed gaze finally refocused, fixing its eyes on the Orochi scale in Lu Mingfei's hand.

"Oh la!"

The giant milk dragon roared, stopped its maniacal laughter, clutched its belly, retreated back into the abyss, and turned to squat down.

As the giant milk dragon stopped laughing wildly, Lu Mingfei and the others' laughter gradually subsided as well.

Caesar gasped in horror, gritting his teeth, "What kind of insane thing is that?"

"If it's a dragon!"

"This is absolutely insane!"

"Please, a milk dragon is still a dragon," Shen Jue said with a smile.

"It seems that Orochi's scales have appeased this terrifying dragon king."

"I always felt that the magnificent palace was the end of our journey."

"But how are we going to get there?" Chen Motong estimated the distance between the magnificent palace and the cliff.

Chen Motong's eyelids twitched violently when he saw the giant milk dragon.

Shen Jue stepped towards the edge of the cliff and opened his arms.

His shadow stretched extremely long in the dim light of the Dragon Palace, like some kind of ancient bird.

"I see! This place is covered by a massive alchemical array."

"Stay close."

Shen Jue leaped off the cliff.

He did not fall like a crashed helicopter.

Golden light spread out from beneath his feet, forming suspended steps out of thin air.

Shen Jue stepped into the golden light and strolled towards the floating palace.

The steps beneath his feet shattered into tiny sparks after he left, only to coalesce again in front of Lu Mingfei and the others.

"What invisible staircase?" Caesar opened his mouth, then finally asked.

"This dragon king who built the ruins, has he been playing too much Dark Souls?" Old Tang said in a low voice, his gaze towards Shen Jue changing slightly.

Lu Mingfei, clutching the scalding hot scale in his hand, was the first to follow.

The seven Kassel monsters walked on light, through the abyss, and above the giant milk dragon.

The palace gates were already wide open.

The gates of this magnificent palace have been open for countless years. The patterns on the lintel have rusted into a deep green, yet the shapes of flying scales and claws can still be discerned.

Inside the door was darkness, thick as congealed blood.

The moment Shen Jue stepped across the threshold, the entire palace lit up.

Following behind Shen Jue, Lu Mingfei saw the huge murals on both sides of the corridor.

The painting depicts a war between humans and dragons, while at the center of the mural is a World Tree that connects heaven and earth.

After a brief silence and a journey.

The group arrived at the very center of the magnificent palace.

There is a pillar in the center of the palace.

The surface of the pillar was covered with gold-plated patterns, densely packed, and upon closer inspection, each character seemed to flow extremely slowly, like the breath of a sleeping being.

Lu Mingfei looked up.

He couldn't see the top of the pillar; the dome of the magnificent palace was extremely high, and the pillar was too wide for his field of vision to reach that position.

But this pillar gave Lu Mingfei a special sense of familiarity.

The remains of the Dragon Palace at the bottom of the river, now the remains of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, are placed on the massive pillars of the magnificent palace.

These elements, combined with the strangely familiar appearance of the pillars, create a unique and captivating effect.

It was bound by gold hoops at both ends, and its middle was as dark and heavy as iron.

This is a golden cudgel!

"The pillar of strength!" Shen Jue's voice echoed in the hall, carrying an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

"Holy crap! It shipped!"

"Brothers!"

"Let's take off!"

Chu Zihang's hand rested on the hilt of the knife, his knuckles turning white.

The alchemical matrix engraved on that giant pillar was dizzying.

"Is this really the Golden Cudgel? As far as I know, there is no such alchemical weapon in the history of the Dragon Clan," Chu Zihang said coldly.

He looked a little uneasy.

Even now, Chu Zihang has a feeling that an invisible hand is pushing the team forward from behind.

Caesar frowned as he looked at the alchemical matrices; to be honest, he didn't quite understand them.

Chen Motong stared at the golden cudgel, muttering to himself, "Is it really the golden cudgel?"

The scales in Lu Mingfei's hand became even hotter.

The scales in his hand floated to the surface.

"Wait!" Chu Zihang reached out to grab it.

But it was too late.

The scales transformed into a dark red streak of light, shooting straight upwards into the darkness of the dome.

Everyone heard a crisp clang, like metal striking metal, like a key turning a lock.

Then there was three seconds of silence.

The gold-plated patterns on the surface of the golden cudgel lit up, a bright reddish-gold color, as dazzling as the blazing sun.

The entire Dragon Palace ruins began to tremble.

"Is it going to collapse?!" Caesar roared.

"Such a clichéd plot?"

Shen Jue glanced at Caesar casually, then looked up at the golden cudgel with a bright smile: "How could the Dragon Palace ruins just collapse like that?"

"That's so boring and melodramatic."

The golden cudgel, which was tens of meters tall, was shrinking.

The giant pillar, tens of meters high, shrank to about ten meters in a few breaths and hovered in mid-air.

Then it began to tilt, slowly and irresistibly, like a tower bowing down to them.

"It's going to crash down!" Lu Mingfei shouted, and rolled to avoid it.

"No." Shen Jue grabbed Lu Mingfei by the back of his collar.

"It's picking us up."

The golden cudgel lay horizontally in the main hall, hovering less than a meter above the ground.

A light golden membrane appeared on the stick, just big enough for several people to stand on.

Shen Jue jumped up and looked back at the others.

"Come on up."

"Or do you want to stay here and keep the milk dragon company?"

Caesar cursed in Italian and jumped up.

Chu Zihang followed in silence.

Chen Motong followed closely behind.

Fingel pulled Old Tang along, and the two of them stood up as well.

All seven people stood on the golden cudgel.

A pale golden light membrane closed in, protecting the seven people within.

Then the golden cudgel moved.

It pierced through the dome, through the rock strata, through hundreds of millions of tons of river water and silt, straight upward!

The speed was so fast that Lu Mingfei could only see the occasional glimpses of rock veins and undercurrents in the darkness.

The seven figures appear to be sitting on a shooting star falling in reverse.

The pressure suddenly increased, then suddenly decreased.

The moment the golden cudgel cleaved the water's surface, the setting sun pierced Lu Mingfei's eyes.

The sunset over the Three Gorges spread across the entire river surface, shimmering like shattered gold particles.

The golden cudgel carrying seven people hovered steadily above the river, then slowly descended, placing them on the rocks on the shore.

After landing, the rod shrank again, shrinking to two meters in length, and lay quietly in the crevice of the rocks, like an ordinary iron rod waiting to be picked up.

Chen Motong bent down to pick it up, but was surprised to find that he couldn't budge the weight of the golden cudgel at all.

This golden cudgel seems to truly possess the weight of 18,000 jin (approximately 9,500 kg) as described in myths and legends.

"We're out already?" Lu Mingfei felt unreal, as if he were in a dream.

"What else?" Shen Jue said softly, looking at the river and the sunset before her.

"Does a dramatic scene of life and death have to unfold for the full story to be unlocked?"