"Zi Yan, open it first. Perhaps your clan's ancestors left behind an extraordinary treasure for their descendants. If you can inherit it, your ancestors' spirits in heaven will surely be comforted."
Lu Chuan held Zi Yan's little hand and soothed her gently.
Only those with the same bloodline could open this Beast Spirit Cover. Lu Chuan did not know whether forcing it open would destroy everything inside.
"Mm..."
Feeling the warmth of Lu Chuan's palm, Zi Yan's gaze gradually became firm. She bit her slender jade finger, and a thread of golden blood emerged at her fingertip.
Then, she lightly pressed her fingertip against the Beast Spirit Cover and smoothly drew a golden streak of blood across it.
As the golden bloodstain spread, the golden barrier rippled, and a crack of golden light slowly tore open.
"Brother Chuan, let's go in..."
Pulling Lu Chuan along, Zi Yan stepped directly into the crack. The instant the two of them entered the Beast Spirit Cover, their vision blurred.
What appeared before them was a desolate plain.
The plain was quite vast and covered in crimson soil, as though it had been soaked in fresh blood.
Amidst that crimson earth were occasional patches of chalky white. At the center of the plain stood an ancient giant stone altar, from which a faint Dragon Might seeped out.
The moment Zi Yan entered this place, her gaze locked directly onto the giant stone altar. After pondering for a moment, she tapped her toes against the ground and flew toward it.
Upon reaching the altar, Zi Yan stared blankly at the end of the stone steps. That feeling of being called seemed to be growing stronger and stronger.
"Whew..."
Letting out a soft breath, Zi Yan's little face became exceptionally solemn. Holding Lu Chuan's hand, she