Everyone was captivated by the gold medal in Mu Xueling’s hand. It practically contained the aura of the entire era and all the spiritual energy within a ten thousand mile radius submitted to it. The medal also appeared to contain the fortune of the whole Divine Dragon Era, like an abyss devouring the surrounding aura and making everyone’s breathing become hurried.

It was fine for those beneath the Saint Realm because they could only feel massive pressure crashing down on them. But ...