Yan Chihuo and Mo Han entered the pavilion. More than a hundred enormous luminous pearls were set into the walls, their radiance making the entire structure as bright as day. Both of them sensed a vast, majestic aura rushing toward them. Yan Chihuo hurriedly cast a spell to shield Mo Han. Looking closely, they saw the skeleton of a True Dragon coiled upon the ground, faint lightning still flickering over it. Countless scales lay scattered across the floor, and that overwhelming aura came from the skeleton.
Mo Han said in surprise, "This True Dragon actually died here."
Yan Chihuo said, "This True Dragon must at least have been at the late Spirit Cultivation Stage while alive. It had probably already set half a foot into the Ascension Stage. Otherwise, even after so many years of death, it could not still exert such pressure on me."
Mo Han examined the skeleton and scales again, then said, "If it was a True Dragon at the late Spirit Cultivation Stage, it must have been dead for at least a hundred thousand years. Otherwise, it would not have decayed to this extent."
One had to know that the corpses of true spirits were extremely difficult to rot away. The higher their cultivation, the less likely they were to decay. Even the corpse of an Origin Core Stage True Dragon remaining unspoiled for a thousand years was perfectly normal.
Yan Chihuo studied it for a while longer, then suddenly smiled. "We may never discover why this True Dragon died here, but it will be useful to us."
With that, he stepped forward and put away the scales and dragon horns. Then he drew the Seven Absolutes Cold Mist Sword, which split into more than ten streams of sword light and swept over the dragon's skull.