"Indeed. His Excellency the True Dragon has shown me great kindness, and this time even went so far as to intervene and oppose the projection of the Sun Holy Master. I should go to the secret realm at once and pay my respects to His Excellency the True Dragon."
Jiang Yan withdrew his divine ability, steadying the remnants of the scorching sun's power still burning within his soul. He looked toward the distant Yu Long Sect and nodded solemnly.
The two wasted no time. They transformed into streaks of light and flew straight toward the Yu Long Sect.
Their journey was unhindered. They passed through layer upon layer of protective formations and went directly to the Yu Long Sect's innermost forbidden grounds:
the True Dragon Secret Realm.
Buzz!
Qin Feng took out his sect elder's token and infused it with his power, activating the secret realm's wards. Amid a deep hum, the barriers of space slowly parted, revealing the passage into the secret realm.
One after the other, they stepped inside.
Within the secret realm lay a vast, boundless frozen wasteland. The world was bleak and desolate, permeated by an intensely frigid force.
At the very center of the snowfield was an unfathomably deep glacial lake, its surface sealed beneath ten-thousand-year-old ice. The True Dragon lay quietly beside it.
Its dragon body was still towering, but the haughty ferocity it had displayed in the starry sky was gone, along with its aura of disdain for all creation. Its ice-blue scales had grown dull and lifeless, and fine cracks marred many of them. Even the primordial runes carved into its scales had blurred, losing their former Dao resonance.
The True Dragon's eyes were closed, its whiskers resting upon the ice.
Though the aura of its True Dragon Origin Bloodline still