By all rights, the Dragon Gate should have been near the Dragon Palace.
She silently calculated the distance the collapsed, ruined Dragon Gate had traveled. It was unimaginably far. She could not imagine what kind of savage battle had hurled the majestic Dragon Gate thousands of miles away, where it had crashed down with a thunderous boom and smashed out Ring Mountain. The other ring mountains did not appear to have all been caused by Extraterrestrial Meteorites either.
The Dragon Gate was merely a special structure. Just how deep was the hatred of whoever had struck it down?
The square cauldron was ancient and imposing, tall and massive, its patterns mysterious and bearing the style of ancient ages.
A blindingly bright star could be seen beyond the cauldron's rim, dazzling her dragon eyes into dizziness. The various cosmic rays were far too intense.
She shaded her eyes with one hand and circled the square cauldron, appraising it from every angle. Its condition was quite good. Though she could not sense any divine power or formation, it was at least ancient enough and durable enough. Keeping it as a collectible would certainly add some class; pour water into it, and a dragon could even swim and bathe inside.
"Seems I don't have an enormous study to put this thing in either. What misery—only fit to be viewed from afar, not collected."
She reached out and tried to move it. It was extremely heavy; even dragon strength could do nothing.
She stood before the cauldron.
With her hands behind her back, she assumed the posture of one looking down upon all living things.
The plaza was broad and level, having endured the assault of sandstorms through countless years.
The ground was paved with square blue-stone bricks, their mottled traces of age obvious.