Where Did Lu Jun Come From?

Faced with Gu Yue Na's urging, Lu Jun forced himself to focus and carefully observe their surroundings.

The place they were in seemed to be a stretch of rolling hills.

The ground was covered in a layer of dark, dragon-blood-stained soil. It felt strangely soft beneath their feet.

Sparse vegetation grew stubbornly there, but most of it was a lifeless grayish green and strangely shaped, twisted and tangled unlike any plants from the outside world.

From the small hill where they stood, they could look into the distance, but their view was blocked by a faint gray mist hanging in the air. They could not see far, making the place feel even more mysterious and oppressive.

What unsettled Lu Jun even more was that his Spiritual Power, which had just broken through to the Divine Origin Realm, had become extraordinarily sensitive here.

Without any deliberate probing, waves of lingering dragon might—bleak, deathly still, mixed with endless unwillingness and resentment—washed over him from all directions like a tide.

In his vision, countless enormous Dragon Clan corpses seemed to emerge. They lay scattered across every corner of this land, their jagged skeletons exposed to the air and the passage of time. Some were even half-buried in the earth, their dragon heads raised toward the sky as if they were still letting out silent roars.

An utter desolation filled this world—the ultimate tragedy of heroes reaching their end and glory collapsing.

Lu Jun rubbed his throbbing temples hard. He could clearly feel that ever since entering the small world of Dragon Valley, the weakness that had clung to his Spiritual Origin like a festering wound and suppressed it had miraculously vanished.

His body was filled with strength again, and his Soul Power flowed freely.

Yet this brought him no joy at all. Instead,