Death Qi

"Ordinary dragons are useless to me now. Only powerful Dragon Emperors can increase my strength. But Dragon Emperors hold extremely high status among the dragon race; killing even one would cause a huge disturbance. Let's go. The Eightfold Pagoda's advancement is what matters." Fang Xuan said.

Everyone nodded. At this time, it was indeed best not to stir up trouble. After all, this was the Dragon Realm. Who knew whether they might provoke some terrifying existence?

"Fire Qi in the south, Water Qi in the north, Death Qi in the west... the Dragon Graveyard should be in the west."

Immortal Venerable Zhou Tian swept his gaze across the distance and saw countless streams of Death Qi rising in the far western horizon.

That place saturated with Death Qi had to be near the ancient Dragon Graveyard. His mastery of Qi observation was exceptionally refined.

Just think about it: the Dragon Realm had existed for who knew how many millions, perhaps even tens of millions, of years. Countless dragons had died and been buried here, and the accumulated Death Qi was enough to blast through the heavens.

"Go!"

Fang Xuan's body flickered, transforming into a tiny speck of spatial dust. Activating the power of the Eightfold Pagoda, he blended perfectly into the Dragon Realm and flew westward, continuously shifting through space. Each shift carried him across thousands upon thousands of parallel spaces and billions of miles.

Countless towering mountain ranges, oceans, and even one Dragon City after another flashed past within the Dragon Realm.

The Dragon Realm was even larger than imagined, far more vast than the Profound Yellow Great World. Along the way, they sensed countless powerful presences. Some dragons hidden within mountain-range spaces possessed cultivation comparable to Supreme Sovereign Heaven's and could easily have discovered them. Had it not