Chapter progressing with astonishing speed aided by the Qianyuan Spirit Liquid.
That dragon's roar echoed through the valley for a full ten breaths or more before slowly dissolving into the churning mist.
Only once the last traces of that sound had fully faded did Chen Qing come back to himself.
The unusual beasts across the grassland were already in complete chaos.
The Primordial Spirit realm beasts could still just barely hold themselves together, each one prostrate on the ground, trembling all over, not daring to so much as raise their heads.
The True Elixir realm beasts fared even worse. Some had collapsed with their legs giving out beneath them, others had buried their heads in the grass, shivering, and a few of the more timid ones had curled themselves into tight balls.
This was a suppression rooted in the deepest levels of bloodline, the innate, crushing might of a true dragon.
Several urgent sounds of movement rang out around the valley as more than a dozen Beast Taming Valley guards in beast-hide armor swept in from various directions, maintaining order and calming the frightened beasts.
A few white-haired elders whose auras were noticeably a level higher also appeared one after another, their expressions grave as they looked toward the depths of the Dragon Abyss Celestial Cave, murmuring quietly among themselves in discussion.
Chen Qing stood rooted in place, the shock churning in his heart taking a long while to settle.