"Dead City! It is an ill omen. I wonder when my Dragon Race will finally escape its present Fate!" The old Ancestral Dragon gazed at the Dragon Race, whose divine abilities had been restored, his eyes filled with sorrow.
"Soon. These past days, discussing the Dao and martial arts with you has yielded me quite a bit as well. I'll give you this blood crystal, in the hope that you can truly take that step. It is time for me to take a look at the Dead City." Xuantian took out a blood crystal and tossed it to the old Ancestral Dragon. Then he took one step and vanished from the Dragon Race's Sacred Mountain.
The old Ancestral Dragon stared at Xuantian's fading figure for a long time without saying a word, his face full of emotion.
A gleam of sharp light occasionally flashed through his clouded eyes, but the old dragon soon returned to his decrepit appearance. He lay prone on the ground and closed his eyes.
At this very moment, to all the cultivators before the Dead City, it was as though the end of the world had arrived.
This place had become a living hell. Under the Dragon Race's attacks, the cultivators suffered devastating casualties.
With no other choice, many cultivators began moving toward the Ancient City's gates.
They had no way back. They had to enter the Ancient City now.
There might be a sliver of hope there. The Dragon Race's destructive attacks, rays of terrifying Divine Light, were constantly crashing down nearby and would soon reach them.
Xiao Chen also rushed safely to the Dead City. Qin Guang King, Yama King, and the King of Samsara, the three skeletons, followed at his side. They had already entered through the city gates and were confronting