Gold mountains and silver seas, glittering with jewels.
Li Mu Yang had entered a dragon lair before. When his grandfather Lu Xingkong celebrated his birthday, he had deliberately entered a dragon den and retrieved the Xumi Spear Technique as a gift for him.
Sure enough, enlightened by this spear technique, Lu Xingkong had finally broken through his bottleneck, advancing from the pinnacle of Withering Glory into the Starry Sky Realm and becoming one of the true top experts of Divine Land.
Even Li Mu Yang, who was accustomed to seeing wealth, was shaken by the treasures stored within the Kunlun Dragon Palace.
Of course, this dragon lair did not belong to the black dragon that had possessed Li Mu Yang's body. It was the resting place of a friend of that black dragon from the dragon race.
The dragon race was mysterious, noble, and incomparably powerful.
Everyone in the world knew that dragons existed, but very few knew anything about the dragon race.
The dragon race had Dragon Valley, where ten thousand dragons gathered.
It was where the Dragon Temple stood, and also the venue for the God Worshipping Ceremony held once every thirty years.
Originally, the God Worshipping Ceremony had been held once every three years. Later, the dragon race felt that was too frequent. Besides, they had long lifespans, and if it were held once every three years, they would have to attend dozens or even hundreds of such events in their lifetimes. They simply had no patience for that.
Later, it was changed to once every six years, then once every ten years, then once every twenty years, and finally once every thirty years.
Most of the time, the dragons lived separately, each seeking immortal abodes or secluded mountain caves. They cultivated their techniques, hoarded wealth and