A dragon and phoenix soaring together?
The Soul Butterfly on Fu Qian's fingertip was lively and vivid, yet he felt none of the excitement of having found something that could fetch a good price.
After all, based on what he had learned earlier, aside from its medicinal value, this thing's greatest significance was that it had the exact same shape as the scales on the Dragon King.
Or, more accurately, the Dragon King's fake scales.
So this place not only had flowers that the First Generation Dark Moon liked, but after the phoenix vanished, butterflies with deep ties to the Dragon King's scales had appeared as well?
Combined with the scene he had witnessed in the prison last time, as well as his speculation about the Night of Regicide all those years ago, had the grievously injured Dragon King truly ended up nesting here?
It was undoubtedly a major discovery.
Moreover, both the flowers and butterflies before him readily brought to mind the buildings in Liliana's Hideout, soaked through with corrupted flesh and blood.
It seemed it really was not an isolated case. The entire Gods' Burial Ground appeared to have been affected, with such intermingling everywhere.
Another point supporting that judgment was that the Doomsday Tune from earlier could also be heard here.
In short, the question now was this: if the Dragon King was here—where was the Dragon King?
There was no sign of it anywhere he looked.
Even with the King of Prison Break, who had once angered Him, personally visiting, there seemed to be no temper at all, no reaction whatsoever.
Had the Dragon King completely rotted away in here, long since unable to maintain His former form?
Honestly, that was indeed a fairly straightforward explanation.
After all, myths and legends were full of tales