Tyrion's party skimmed up the green slopes as they kept an eye on their surroundings. The nearby hills and plains were dotted with countless shapes of people, while even more were flying in from the distance. The entire landscape looked like it was a majestic portrait.
"So, there were this many people." Michael couldn't help smacking his lips It looked like every expert and decently sized force within a thousand miles of the Prime Draconis Ridge had deigned it necessary to rush to this particular location. The attractiveness of a Overlord Sacred dimensional relics was truly worth its name.
"It's said that this is where the White Dragon Overlord fell."
Aelira pointed ahead with a slender fingerll towards five majestic peaks in the distance. A waterfall flowed like the Milky Way down from each of the five peaks and into a large lake at the meters of the mountains. The lake was as clear as a mirror as it changed its colors to reflect the vibrancy of the peaks that surrounded it.
