And this was the finest Burial Ground in the world, bar none. Daode Heavenly Venerable, Amitabha Great Emperor, Emperor Hengyu, and Void Emperor had all been buried here. Each had given rise to a new spirit within his old body. This place was extraordinary.
With a flash, Feng Xing Tian concealed himself in the sky. A sweep of his Divine Sense revealed that the entire ancient planet was covered in high-rises.
Unfortunately, apart from Kunlun's heartland, the planet held no secret realms of note. Its strongest cultivators had reached only the Wheel Sea Realm, leaving him with no desire to explore further.
One city on the ancient planet, however, possessed unusually abundant fortune.
"It's already this late?"
He turned toward Kunlun's heartland. With a slight movement of his will,
a giant cocoon split open, revealing a Dragon Horse wearing a thoroughly bewildered look. A Dragon Horse was born of the essence of heaven and earth, shaped like a horse but covered in dragon scales. It stood eight feet and five inches tall, resembled a winged camel, and could tread water without sinking. When a Saint ruled, it would emerge from the Meng River bearing a diagram on its back.
The Dragon Horse's hoof struck the floor with a heavy thud. Cracks spread outward from where Shen Ma stood, and with a dragon's roar added to the strain, the floor could bear no more.
It collapsed. Caught off guard, Shen Ma fell with it, toward the crimson magma deep beneath the earth.
"Help! Boundless fucking—huh? It's not that hot!" The Dragon Horse stepped onto the magma and felt only a mild, familiar warmth.
Of course. The Earth Core Fire had nurtured the Dragon Horse egg for tens of thousands of years. Its body had long since adapted to the heat.
"Ah,