God-Devil Li Qingshan had no idea what had happened above the Gods and Devils Sea—that two Immortal Kings had confronted each other over him and nearly come to blows.
By then, they had already entered the Dragon Clan Secret Realm.
The four of them passed through the fissure in the formation beneath the Divine Blood Dragon Fruit tree, and their surroundings abruptly changed.
A moment ago, they had been in a dark underground cavern. Now, it was as though they had stepped into another world.
Before them stretched a boundless wasteland. The earth was dark red, as though soaked in blood for countless eras. As they walked, they could even sense faint traces of dragon aura lingering in the soil beneath their feet.
Dragon aura suffused the wasteland, drifting low over the ground like pale golden mist. With every breath, an ancient, timeworn presence washed over them, as though they stood amid the ruins of an ancient Dragon Clan battlefield.
Enormous dragon skeletons littered the ground.
Some towered hundreds of zhang high, sprawling across the wasteland like white hills. Their ribs pointed toward the heavens like curved blades, their spines wound like mountain ranges, and every vertebra radiated faint fluctuations of Dragon Clan laws.
Others were mere fragments scattered across the earth, an eerie dark gold in color.
Still others were half buried in the soil, with only a section of horn or a few scales exposed, still gleaming dimly despite the erosion of dragon aura.
Stranger still, countless fragments of the void floated above the wasteland.
They hung in midair like shattered mirrors, varying in size and shape, each reflecting a different scene.
Some showed endless Dragon Clan battlefields, where true dragons fought unknown enemies and dragon blood fell like rain. Others showed majestic Dragon Clan palaces, glittering with