The voice was ethereal and distant, carrying a strange, bewitching power as it echoed endlessly through his mind.
It seemed to possess a special magic, tugging at his consciousness and making him involuntarily want to walk toward its source.
Yan Shuangfei's heart tightened. He hurriedly focused his mind and steadied his breath, trying to resist the voice's allure.
Yet he discovered that the voice seemed to act directly upon the depths of his soul. He simply could not resist it.
Left with no choice, he could only suppress the vigilance in his heart, lift his feet, and walk toward where the voice had come from.
His pace was not fast, but it was exceptionally firm.
One had to know that he had already reached the Emperor Realm. With a single step, he could cross several li.
Yet even at such speed, he walked for a full two hours before finally seeing the sight ahead.
The instant that scene entered his vision, Yan Shuangfei's pupils abruptly contracted. His expression froze, and stormy waves surged in his heart.
Between heaven and earth ahead lay an enormous dragon skeleton, vast beyond measure, stretching across the entire horizon.
No one knew what material those dragon bones were made of. Their entire surface was dark gold, and even reduced to bones, they still radiated a pressure that looked down upon all beneath heaven.
The dragon's skull was like a massive mountain, its savage bone spines thrusting straight into the clouds.
Its colossal body stretched for tens of thousands of li, with no end visible at a glance.
Every dragon bone was as thick as a pillar holding up the sky, supporting the whole world.
That dragon skeleton alone was already an incomparably shocking sight, but what truly made Yan Shuangfei's mind quake was the scene