After the temporal turbulence subsided, Little Crane carried everyone onward.
This final stretch of the Heaven-Reaching Ancient Road looked utterly different from what had come before.
If the earlier road had been desolate and silent, this place was steeped in tragedy and boundless desolation.
On either side of the ancient road, the void was no longer pure darkness. It had taken on a dark red hue, as though dried blood had soaked into it for hundreds of millions of years.
A faint aura of slaughter hung in the air. Even through the barrier of Spirit Crane Space, everyone felt a chill seep into their bones.
"This is the aura of the Primordial Battlefield."
White Fox's voice was grave.
They had traveled less than ten thousand miles when the first staggering sight appeared before them.
A colossal skeleton stretched across the endless void beyond the ancient road.
It was Ten-Thousand Zhang long, and though it had been dead for countless ages, it still radiated a pressure that made their hearts tremble.
Its bones were Dark Gold, their surfaces riddled with cracks. A terrifying Law Fluctuation lingered in every crack.
"A True Dragon's remains."
Gu Daozi sucked in a cold breath. "And a sovereign among the Dragon Race. It was at least an Immortal Emperor Level existence."
A hole a hundred zhang across pierced the True Dragon's skull. Its edges were charred black, as though some dreadful force had punched through it in a single blow.
Its eye sockets were empty, yet it seemed to be staring at the ancient road still, telling of the unwillingness and grief it had felt in its final moments.
Beyond the True Dragon's remains lay a shattered Star Domain.
The remains of dozens of stars floated in the void. Some had been cleaved in two, their