Under You Ruhui's guidance, An Jing arrived at the site of the Dragon-Man's remains.
The dragon skeleton stood nine zhang tall, dark gold from head to toe. It had stood amidst the wind and sand for ten thousand years, and perhaps would remain standing for another ten thousand.
Several thousand Dao Patterns upon the bones flickered in and out as You Ruhui approached.
"Look, An Jing. It's here."
From atop the Great Peng's back, You Ruhui pointed at the dragon skeleton and was about to leap down, but An Jing reached out to stop her. Narrowing his eyes, he said, "Interesting. Those lights start glowing when you get close?"
"What happens if I don't get close?"
"Eh?"
You Ruhui froze for a moment. An Jing turned his head and smiled. "Nothing. I'm running an experiment—Great Peng, carry Ruhui farther away. Fly for half a quarter-hour, then come back."
"Caw, yes, my king!"
The Great Peng was growing ever more fluent in speech. Hearing this, You Ruhui understood what An Jing intended to do. Curious herself, she obediently remained on the Great Peng's back.
An Jing, meanwhile, headed alone toward the Dragon-Man skeleton.
Sure enough, as You Ruhui departed, the inscriptions on the bones began to dim. Once she had gone far away, they vanished entirely. Even the dark-gold hue faded, and the Dragon-Man skeleton became just one of the countless nameless remains scattered along the edge of the Gobi.
"So it really is an inheritance meant specifically for Emperor Blood."
Rubbing his chin, An Jing could not discern anything unusual even with his Fate-Observing Pupil activated. Fuxie's Sword Pupil vaguely sensed that something was amiss, but it could only tell that these bones were somewhat extraordinary.
But then came the question—within the Zhaolin Realm, what skeleton that could resist being