The Dragon Clan's Sacred Mountain was majestic and towering into the clouds, crimson-brown all over as though it had been soaked in blood. It felt ancient and heavy, carrying an oppressive aura of immeasurable age.
The layers of folded space surrounding the Sacred Mountain, each connected to Hell, had once been burial grounds for countless living beings. But at Wang Xuan's current level, having perfected both the Supreme Ancestral God and Stone Man King paths, there was nowhere in the Heavens and Myriad Worlds he could not cross. Those perilous spaces were Walking on Level Ground before him.
After passing deep through layer upon layer of space, the lush green oasis, fragrant with flowers and alive with birdsong, finally appeared before them.
As the divine light faded, Wang Xuan led the group down onto the oasis.
The grass beneath their feet was soft, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of vegetation.
In the distance, an ancient towering tree spread a vast canopy of shade. Beneath it lay coiled an Old Ancestral Dragon, skin stretched over bones, his scales dull and his body steeped in deathly aura.
Old Ancestral Dragon raised his head. His murky dragon eyes swept over them, repeatedly examining Wang Xuan.
At that glance, a trace of undisguised shock suddenly flashed through his gentle yet clouded dragon eyes.
This newly born Ancestral Dragon's strength had far exceeded his expectations.
With the discernment he had gained over countless tens of thousands of years, looking at Wang Xuan was like looking into a mud ox sinking into the sea. He could not see through him in the slightest.
Could this newly born Ancestral Dragon have already crossed beyond the Ancestor God realm and reached the Supreme Ancestral God realm?
Wang Xuan met his gaze and nodded slightly.