Abyssal Rift

After leaving the Dragon Blood Battlefield, Lu Chen followed the route marked on the map Ao Qin had given him, advancing toward the deepest reaches of the Fallen Dragon Abyss.

The deeper he went, the more perilous the environment became.

The ground was no longer merely an iron-gray wasteland. It had taken on an eerie dark-red hue, as though soaked through with the blood of countless dragons. Stepping on it brought a sticky, clammy sensation.

The dragon Killing Intent permeating the air was so dense it had nearly liquefied. Every breath felt like swallowing blades, and his Protective Qi was being depleted several times faster than at the outskirts.

The dark-red sky hung ever lower. The enormous vortex turned slowly, and at its center, a deep black void could vaguely be seen, as though it connected to an unknown emptiness.

At the edges of the vortex, thick bolts of dark-gold lightning struck down from time to time, smashing into the earth and leaving behind charred craters. Violent lightning power and dragon Killing Intent lingered within them for a long while without dispersing.

Lu Chen had no choice but to be even more cautious, avoiding areas with obvious energy abnormalities.

According to the map's markings, he had to cross a region called the Dragonbone Plains before he could reach the outskirts of the sealed land.

After traveling roughly a hundred li, the sight before him made him suck in a sharp breath.

The so-called Dragonbone Plains truly lived up to their name.

As far as the eye could see, countless immense, ghastly white bones lay piled across the level ground!

They were dragon bones.

Some were intact, winding like mountain ranges, their skulls like houses and their ribs like arched bridges. Even after endless ages, they still exuded a faint dragon's