Dragon Tomb Death Realm, boundless void.
Following the guidance of the Jade Bone Dragon Skeleton, Ling Yun continued onward toward the direction where the Dragon Might was strongest. The deeper he went, the more horrifying the surrounding sights became. The shattered skeletal remains of stars grew increasingly massive, some even comparable to small continents. Terrifying traces of battle remained upon them, as though recording the brutality of ancient divine wars. Space itself became more unstable as well, with enormous chaos storms frequently sweeping through, carrying the power to tear everything apart.
He had no choice but to be even more cautious, compressing the Chaos Domain to its limit. Like dancing on the edge of a blade, he evaded all manner of deadly dangers. At the same time, the omnipresent negative Dragon Might and destructive will battered his mind like relentless tides, trying to stir up the violence and madness within him. Had his Dao heart not been firm and the origin of his Chaos Dragon God Martial Soul not been so pure, he would have long since lost control of his mind.
After flying for an unknown length of time, a change finally appeared ahead.
A road emerged in the distant void. An ancient path paved with countless enormous dragon bones, winding into the depths of space! The road was incomparably wide, and every dragon bone forming its surface emitted a heart-palpitating Dragon Might. Neither metal nor jade, they glimmered with a dim luster. Along both sides of the road floated two rows of immense dragon statues in countless forms. They were lifelike—some roaring toward the heavens, others bowing their heads in contemplation—as they jointly guarded this path leading to the heart of the Dragon Tomb—the Dragon Might Ancient Path!
Upon the ancient path, Dragon Might had become almost tangible,