At the sinkhole in Shennongjia, a giant dragon made of fire soared. Its thunderous dragon roar echoed throughout the place, and there was indescribably powerful suppression in that roar.
Everyone above the wall was shocked to their cores from the suppression. They looked horrified, and some even kneeled as they thought they were looking at a god.
"Guys, look. There's someone on the fire dragon's head!"
Everyone quelled the shock in them and looked at where the dragon's head was. They were dumbstruck in the next second.
There seemed to be a faint silhouette on the gigantic dragon's head.
It was a young man in a Taoist robe. He had mediocre features. However, he had his arms behind his back at that moment, standing proudly on the dragon's head. He looked like he was riding on the dragon to bring the moon down from the sky.
There was terrifying power coming out of him.