Dragon Clan Treasure Hall
Wisps of mist flowed through heaven and earth like gauze, while one towering structure after another rose majestically, like ancient divine mountains erupting from the ground.
These buildings were pitch-black throughout, their material neither metal nor stone. Against the hazy mist, they exuded an aura of cold antiquity, as though they had stood silently upon the far shore of the river of time until this very day.
A closer look revealed that the surface of every building was engraved with ancient, majestic images of colossal dragons. Some soared through the nine heavens, their wings blotting out the sky and sun; some spiraled upward, charging straight into the starry river and lofty firmament; others seemed to swallow mountains and rivers stretching ten thousand miles, their dragon might vast and awe-inspiring.
The Primordial Ancient Dragon stood before the others, the gleam in his vertical pupils surging as he stared fixedly at the cluster of buildings ahead.
He could clearly sense the incomparably dense aura of the ancient Dragon Clan branded deep within every towering structure.
It was a resonance from the depths of his bloodline, a call that spanned endless ages.
Though the years had changed and time had passed, that familiar aura of his kin remained so rich it could not be dispersed, as if those ancestors lost to the river of history were still quietly keeping watch here.
He drew a deep breath, as though he wished to take every trace of that ancient aura hanging in the air into his lungs. Only after a long while did he slowly speak, his voice low and tinged with reverence.
"These... are Dragon Clan Treasure Halls."
"The ancient Dragon Clan mostly lived in nests and cave dwellings. They were rough and bold, and rarely expended the effort to