The words on the stone tablet confirmed Li Chang'an's divination result.
The powerful Six-Horned Drilling Mountain Dragon was indeed dead.
"Died of old age?"
Li Chang'an narrowed his eyes at the tablet, a trace of doubt rising in his heart.
"According to Wei Mingyue, this dragon was in the prime of its life just over ten years ago. It shouldn't have died of old age in so short a time."
Demonic Beasts generally lived longer than Human Race cultivators of the same rank.
And the Six-Horned Drilling Mountain Dragon had an exceptionally long lifespan even among Demonic Beasts.
"According to the records, once this beast reaches the fourth tier, it usually lives for more than three thousand years—longer than a Human Race Spirit Transformation cultivator."
The more Li Chang'an thought about it, the less it made sense. He suspected the dragon had laid a trap here.
He performed several more divinations, but the results did not change.
"If the divination is right, then this dragon most likely ran into serious trouble sometime in the past decade or so."
Remaining on guard, he sent out a wisp of Spiritual Sense to probe the Cave Mansion.
But the instant it touched the entrance, a powerful force repelled it.
"The power of a formation."
Li Chang'an frowned and withdrew his Spiritual Sense.
The Puppet he currently controlled was weak, merely a Tier 3 puppet.
Its Mana was comparable to an ordinary mid Golden Core cultivator's, while its Spiritual Sense consisted only of the few wisps he had left in it.
That was nowhere near enough to probe a Cave Mansion arranged by a Quasi-fifth-Rank Demonic Beast.
After a moment's thought, his true body quietly left Azure Mountain and headed straight here.
The journey went smoothly. No one noticed him.
Before long, he reached