Dragonfall Ruins.
This was an area under tight guard.
Squads of fully armed soldiers lay concealed everywhere, ensuring this place's absolute security.
The entire area was further divided into eight sectors and a central core...
At that moment, Daoist Tianyang led Chen Xuan and the other two into an ancient wooden hut at the core.
Everything inside bore the marks of time, steeped in an indescribable air of grandeur and desolation...
"Three seniors, the answers you seek are in the documents on this desk. This is a treasure Huaxia Country has guarded all along and longed to decipher! But our strength is too feeble; we simply cannot fathom its mysteries!"
Daoist Tianyang pointed at the stack of ancient scrolls on the desk, his face full of bitterness and helplessness.
He had cultivated in seclusion inside this wooden hut for three full years and pored over these ancient scrolls countless times, yet gained little.
"Dragonfall Ruins must once have been the resting place of an ancient Dragon Race being with extraordinary bloodline. And within the bloodlines of Huaxia Country's people, there lingers a trace of thin dragon-blood destiny. No wonder they are called heirs of the dragon!"
Chen Xuan spoke with certainty, giving this assessment.
His conclusion did not stem from the place's name, but from the residual dragon aura he sensed between heaven and earth.
Then, Chen Xuan picked up an ancient scroll and began reading.
The mere handful of lines at its beginning made his expression abruptly change!
"The Three Immortal Islands have sunk, the Immortal Path severed, the way to immortality extinguished... What a sorrow! Is there truly no one in our vast Huaxia who can ascend and become immortal?"
A pure spiritual aura was contained within these words, allowing them to remain undamaged for a thousand years.