Within this deathly still realm, Li Qing and Long Yi transformed into two streaks of light, one after the other, and flew directly beneath the ground of this realm.
Their destination was an enormous sinkhole. Upon the boundless, flat earth, a gigantic pit like an abyss appeared in their field of vision.
This enormous sinkhole spanned more than twenty thousand li in diameter. Its depths could not be seen, without even a trace of light visible—only endless darkness.
As they neared the edge of the sinkhole, Li Qing's expression abruptly turned grave. He vaguely sensed a powerful pressure, one that could only be produced by a superior lifeform.
"Brother Wuji, you sensed it too, didn't you? Dragon blood flows through my body, so I can determine clearly that the pressure emanating from below is Dragon Might!" Long Yi said in an incomparably solemn tone.
Li Qing slowly nodded, finally becoming certain. Beneath this deep sinkhole, there truly might be the sealed corpse of a True Dragon!
A dragon corpse!
If news of this spread, even some ancient Mahayana-stage beings would move at the mere scent of it. Every part of a True Dragon was a treasure—from its scales, to its essence blood, to its dragon horns. Even its flesh and blood were priceless divine materials!
And then there was its dragon pearl, the vessel containing the True Dragon's lifelong Dao Fruit. Even after its death, its value remained immeasurable.
Of course, if the news spread, the powerful dragon clans of the Ancient Dragon Realm would likely be the first to arrive. The True Dragon Clan would never allow the corpse of one of their own to remain outside. They would immediately bring it back and bury it in the Dragon Tomb.
Thus, Long Yi had taken an enormous risk by