The Golden Light Grand Dao stretched across the void.
Ye Xuan led everyone across an immeasurable distance, arriving directly in a mysterious, chaotic region.
This was no longer the vast world of the outside, but an independent Chaos Small World.
Gray Chaos Qi churned all around them, heavy as lead. Every wisp of it could crush a mountain ridge.
At the heart of this chaos floated an enormous, ancient-looking nest. It was built not from ordinary things, but from Chaos Stone and Star Remnants, and radiated an aura of desolation that had endured since time immemorial.
"Is this the True Dragon Nest?"
Qingyi's beautiful eyes widened as she stared at the sight before her.
She could clearly sense that the Great Dao Rules here were utterly different from those outside, as if she had returned to the primordial era before Heaven Splitting and Earth Opening.
"What terrifying pressure..."
The Witch had also put aside her usual playfulness, her face slightly pale.
Just standing here, she felt an urge deep in her soul to prostrate herself in worship. It was the absolute suppression of a higher Life Level.
Everyone followed Ye Xuan down onto the nest.
All they saw was utter desolation.
Deep within the nest stood a bloodstained stone platform.
A broken dragon horn rested quietly atop it.
The horn was azure gold. Though broken and stripped of its luster, it still stood like an undying monument, guarding what lay behind it.
Behind the dragon horn were three Dragon Eggs, each as large as a millstone.
Sadly, two of them had turned completely ashen, devoid of life. They had clearly perished after enduring the erosion of countless years.
Only the one in the middle still had faint golden runes flowing across its shell. Every so often, they could hear an