At the edge of the Crimson Plains, the cracks that had appeared in the golden barrier behind us had already healed. Looking into the distance, I saw an ancient stone altar over three hundred meters tall standing at the center of the plains. A terrifying pressure, as though frozen in the passage of time, spread from the altar, making every hair on my body stand on end!
"What terrifying pressure..."
My teeth clattered together. It was like an ordinary person suddenly seeing a venomous snake, an intense fear welling up from the depths of their heart.
Was this an adult Ancient Void Dragon?
I glanced at Zi Yan beside me, who only came up to my chest. Sure enough, a mere young dragon—even if she would become the Dragon Emperor someday—was still just a tiny loli. All she could do was let out fierce dragon roars, then kiss someone until their face was covered in saliva. She was not imposing or majestic at all.
Zi Yan was unaffected by the pressure. She silently gazed at the altar for a moment, as if mourning it, before pushing off from the ground and flying toward it.
I followed close behind her. Together, Zi Yan and I stepped onto the enormous gray stone altar. An ancient, weathered aura washed over us, making it seem as if we had returned to that magnificent ancient era, when countless powerful beings had existed!
"Nalan Ye, it smells so good here, but Zi Yan isn't happy. Instead, I feel... so sad," Zi Yan murmured.
Following her gaze, I saw a pitch-black, unfathomable stone platform in the center of the altar, with a small sapling growing from it.
The sapling was only as thick as a thumb, yet its bark twisted and coiled like that of a thousand-year-old