Golden Mountain cracked, and huge rocks tumbled down.
The lightning-struck tree was charred all over; its massive form no longer showed external lightning, but its roots were wrapped around the Golden Giant Palace, pulling it out of the ground and suspending it mid-air.
The golden Divine Mountain collapsed with thunderous rumbling.
Shi Hao stared at the lightning-struck tree in mid-air, originally believing it was devoid of any will, but now he was unsure—this was purely an instinctive hunch.
"Hmm?"
He suddenly noticed that the Golden Giant Palace entwined by the roots had changed and ultimately turned into a skeleton, vast and dazzlingly radiant.
"Dragon, no, a mastiff?" Shi Hao exclaimed in surprise. This was a golden skeleton, enormous and magnificent, standing there with an imposing aura.
Could the palace have transformed from it?
