A ten-thousand-zhang dragon skeleton gleamed with translucent clarity. Countless intricate divine markings spread across its bones, intertwining into even more complex patterns that formed the Great Dao and were imprinted upon it.
A Primordial Golden Immortal—that was an existence at the Quasi-Sage level!
Even in the Primordial World of this era, such a being was an absolute powerhouse, one of the most powerful beneath the Saints!
On Kunlun Mountain, aside from the three Saints, the strongest was Daoist Randeng. With Quasi-Sage cultivation, he was the Sect of Elucidation's deputy leader.
This was a Quasi-Sage!
The skeleton lay coiled in the middle of the great hall, its hollow eye sockets facing Lin Changqing as he entered. Boundless pressure erupted at once, transforming into waves of divine might that bore down on him like a violent storm.
Roar!!!
It was as if an unyielding roar from antiquity had resounded in Lin Changqing's sea of consciousness, making it tremble violently.
Within his sea of consciousness, the image of the Divine Demon shuddered faintly. A crimson ripple swept outward, completely dispelling the pressure. Otherwise, Lin Changqing's sea of consciousness would have suffered severe damage, his spiritual sense would have weakened, and he would have been gravely injured!
A Primordial Golden Immortal who had fallen in antiquity—though only a skeleton remained, its pressure had nearly gravely injured Lin Changqing.
Lin Changqing looked at the tens of thousands of skeletons in the hall, his expression growing more cautious.
This was a hidden place of the Dragon Clan, where tens of thousands of dragons had been buried together. Among them were even Quasi-Sages.
He couldn't afford to be careless while exploring such a place.
Lin Changqing changed direction, no longer facing the Quasi-Sage dragon skeleton directly, and began exploring the great hall.
The ancient walls and floor around the hall, all cast from divine metal, had dimmed. When he stepped down, they crumbled and sank like ruins, leaving a large hole.
Even materials forged from innate divine treasures had lost their radiance.
Magnificent and imposing dragon sculptures adorned the walls and floor. Above, ten thousand dragons held a pearl in their mouths, surrounding a mighty golden dragon coiled at the center. It radiated an awe-inspiring majesty!
A vast, ancient pressure descended, one that looked down on all beneath heaven and scorned everything. Lin Changqing couldn't help shifting his gaze, not daring to look at the golden dragon.
But then the image of the Divine Demon in his sea of consciousness shuddered again. At some point, a pair of crimson-gold eyes had opened, and they completely neutralized the overwhelming pressure, allowing Lin Changqing to look up without difficulty.
With the pressure gone, Lin Changqing could see the ceiling more clearly.
Around the golden dragon coiled dozens of smaller divine dragons of various colors. Among them, a white dragon glowed faintly, occupying the third tier. A familiar feeling came over Lin Changqing—it was unmistakably the skeleton in the hall.
And there were hundreds of beings with auras like this among the carvings overhead!
Could they all have been members of the ancient Dragon Clan?
There were hundreds of them at the Quasi-Sage level alone!
Lin Changqing was shocked, but his brow furrowed even more deeply.
Even a Dragon Clan this powerful had turned to ash when the tribulation came, sacrificed to fill its calamity.
After the Lich Tribulation came the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation. And when that time came, the ones sacrificed to the calamity would be his own sect, the Interception Sect!
Lin Changqing suddenly felt boundless darkness crashing down upon him. But in an instant, the image of the Divine Demon in his sea of consciousness shuddered again, driving it all away.
Right! He still had the Divine Demon Prison Suppression Art, and he still had the system!
The Interception Sect's ultimate fate wasn't necessarily unchangeable!
Lin Changqing's lips curved slightly as his fighting spirit surged. So what if a tribulation came? If calamity sought to destroy me, I'll destroy calamity! If Heaven seeks to destroy me, I'll replace Heaven! If the Dao seeks to destroy me, I'll shatter the Dao!
An unstoppable aura burst forth. Within Lin Changqing's sea of consciousness, the image of the Divine Demon shuddered faintly as countless crimson divine markings spread over it and melted into its form.
The hall stirred like a breeze, though no one noticed that the ten-thousand-zhang skeleton at its center had trembled ever so slightly.
Lin Changqing continued studying the ceiling. Above the golden dragon, the roof of the hall had been smashed open, leaving a gaping hole, as if some world-destroying divine might had crashed down. Even the hall cast from divine metal hadn't been able to withstand it!
Only the golden dragon sculpture remained intact, marked by streaks of purple-black cracks.
The purple-black cracks looked like marks left by a lightning strike. Starting from the golden dragon, they had spread rapidly, webbing across the entire ceiling.
Many of the dragon sculptures had even broken apart and fallen, leaving only their ruined upper halves.
The cracks had continued spreading until they covered every wall and the entire floor of the great hall.
One crack had even extended all the way to the entrance, finally tearing through the barrier on the doorway and creating an opening through which Lin Changqing could enter the hall easily.
Otherwise, getting inside would have taken him some effort.
Looking at these cracks, Lin Changqing guessed that whatever force or divine ability had broken through the hall had destroyed every dragon inside it.
His expression grew even more solemn.
After all, there had been beings like Quasi-Sages among these dragons!
Yet the way the ten thousand dragons lay coiled made it clear they hadn't been able to fight back at all. They had all been annihilated right here.
Even a Quasi-Sage couldn't withstand whatever had wiped them out?
Could a Saint have done it?
Or perhaps the Heavenly Dao!
Lin Changqing couldn't help speculating, but what he saw only made him more disappointed.
That divine might hadn't merely killed all the dragons in the hall. It had also obliterated every divine treasure inside, leaving not a trace.
The only things left were these ten thousand dragon skeletons.
The Quasi-Sage's skeleton in particular was crystal clear, with divine markings running across it. It was unquestionably a treasure.
But its owner was dead. Lin Changqing had a good impression of the Dragon Clan, after all—they were the totem of the people from the world he had been transported from.
He couldn't bring himself to steal their bones.
Besides, they were all dragons. They might even have had some connection to Ao Ying, which made it even harder for Lin Changqing to do.
After making a circuit of the hall, Lin Changqing returned to the entrance and looked toward the Quasi-Sage dragon's remains.
He had no idea how many years it had been dead, but he had still trespassed into its resting place.
Lin Changqing cupped his hands in a respectful salute.
"This junior meant no offense. Please forgive me, senior. May you rest in peace."
After saluting, Lin Changqing turned and started toward the entrance.
But just then, all ten thousand dragon skeletons in the hall trembled in unison. Countless rustling sounds rang through the entire hall in an instant!
At the center, the crystal-clear, ten-thousand-zhang dragon skeleton rose upright. Its skull nearly reached the ceiling, and its hollow, pitch-black eye sockets turned toward Lin Changqing.
An unimaginably terrifying pressure descended in an instant, pressing down on Lin Changqing's shoulders.
Beneath that pressure, Lin Changqing felt as if he were carrying a mountain weighing ten thousand jun. Even moving half a step was incredibly difficult.
"How dare you!! You trespassed here and showed me such disrespect. How can I let you leave just like that?!"
The ten thousand dragon corpses had come alive!!
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