Mechanical Puppets

Stepping out of Dragon Baleful Ravine, Lu Chen's breath caught slightly at the sight before him.

Unlike the gloomy eeriness of Rebirth Forest and the razor-sharp ferocity of Dragon Baleful Ravine, this place was a vast, ancient, deathly silent wasteland.

The earth was a dark iron-gray, like blood scabs dried over countless ages, cracked open by innumerable bottomless fissures.

The air was steeped in the lingering might of dragons, rich with the scent of rust and ashes. It was heavier than in Rebirth Forest, yet even more decayed.

Looking up, the sky was no longer leaden gray, but an oppressive dark red, like congealed blood-clouds hanging low enough to touch.

There was neither sun nor moon nor stars. Only occasional dark golden streaks of light shot across the crimson vault, trailing long tails behind them. They were naturally flowing currents of highly condensed Killing Intent.

Gazing into the distance, Lu Chen could vaguely make out, at the edge of the horizon, a stretch of undulating black mountains resembling the spine of a colossal dragon.

Above the mountains, dark-red clouds formed a massive, slowly rotating vortex that radiated a terrifying pressure capable of making one's heart tremble.

That was the core region of Fallen Dragon Abyss.

"Finally here..." Lu Chen murmured, gravity and anticipation flashing through his eyes.

He could clearly sense that within the Mysterious Yellow Creation Gourd at his chest, the bronze fragment, the dark cyan fragment, and the two Dragon-Suppressing Key fragments were all resonating violently, pointing toward those black mountains.

Meanwhile, the coordinates for "Dragonfall Land" on the Celestial Star Disk fragment had steadily begun to glow, perfectly matching the position of the black mountain range.

"The Life Creation Spring, the Dragon Soul Mirror, and the third Key of Sealing fragment should all be within those mountains,"