Li Bufan continued forward along the direction of the dragon's body. Though the dragon scales beneath his feet had dimmed considerably, each one still radiated a warm breath, as if the dragon corpse had lost all life, yet retained some vitality akin to life within its flesh.
His pace was neither fast nor slow. As he walked, he spread his divine sense through the surroundings, sensing every minute change nearby.
The dragon's body wound along the terrain of the cavern, sometimes rising upward through clusters of uneven stalactites, sometimes sinking into broad crimson canyons.
The cavern walls were covered in dense crystalline patterns. Their shapes closely resembled the textures of dragon scales, as though the entire cavern had been steeped in the dragon corpse's aura through countless years, every inch of rock wall stained with the Dragon Clan's unique presence.
After walking several li, a high platform appeared ahead in Li Bufan's field of vision.
The platform extended from one side of the dragon's body, hanging in the middle of the cavern like an outstretched arm.
The platform's surface was level and smooth. Along its edge ran a narrow crack, from which a stream of crimson molten lava slowly flowed downward. As it continued below, it formed a long fiery waterfall and plunged into a dark region beneath.
Li Bufan walked to the platform's edge and focused his gaze downward. Vaguely, he could see crimson light flickering deep within that region. It was another lava pool, though somewhat smaller than the one in the cavern he had passed through earlier.
His gaze swept around the lava pool below, and he could vaguely make out several slender black shadows swimming within it. Their bodies differed somewhat from those Demon Fish from before, seeming more elongated and flattened.
He secretly guessed that