The Demon Flood Dragon Clan
Bi Fan fell silent for a moment, then nodded. Back when he had been training in the Chaos Starfield, hadn't Lord Cheng Jue already foreseen that a great calamity would strike? Perhaps those who cultivated to a certain level developed a special sensitivity to certain laws of heaven and earth, and to the dangers lurking within them.
Still, he sighed with some regret. "It's a pity the Dragon Clan has already been wiped out. Even if the fortune of this place can be restored, I don't know whether it'll still be of any practical use."
"It should be," Ling Xiaoxiao said softly, gazing at the enormous mountain range before them. "Otherwise, the Golden Crow Great Emperor wouldn't have gone to such lengths to set all this up."
"Still, be careful on this trip. I have a feeling there may be people from the Devil Race here."
"Alright." Bi Fan nodded. As they spoke, the main group had already continued farther in.
As they pressed on, the sun gradually climbed from the east until it hung high in the sky.
Not a single blade of grass or tree grew throughout the valley. Only countless piles of rocks filled the landscape, and the blazing sunlight beat down upon them, while the air was thick with dry heat and oppressive gloom.
Suddenly, Tang Yunting, who was walking at the very front, stopped. His blindfolded eyes lifted as though he had seen something, and he stared blankly ahead, brow furrowed, without a word.
His abrupt halt startled everyone. They immediately went on guard, warily scanning their surroundings and bracing for a possible ambush.
"Big brother, what's wrong?" Tang Xiaoli asked anxiously, her unease plain.
Tang Yunting said nothing. The vast divine sense within his Sea of Soul had already