The roars of the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings pierced through the dragon mist, through the valley, and resounded above the entire Dragon Valley for a long time without fading.
After the dragon roars sounded, the previously tranquil mist began to churn.
Like a lake disturbed by a thrown stone, the dragon mist rippled outward in circles.
Then, an even more ancient and distant dragon roar arose from within the valley, echoing the roars of the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings from afar.
That roar carried joy within its sorrow, and an indescribable sense of relief within its delight, like an old man who had waited through endless ages and had finally met the person he had been waiting for.
"Kid, go. Remember what I told you. Keep a sincere heart, a compassionate heart, and maintain care and reverence for the dead, whether Soul Beasts or humans." The Ice Dragon King's voice rang in Qin Heng's mind, then he and the Fire Dragon King fell silent together.
Qin Heng took a deep breath and leaped down into the valley.
His body plummeted rapidly through the dragon mist, while the cliff walls on either side flashed past his eyes.
After falling several hundred meters, his feet finally touched the ground at the bottom of the valley.
The ground beneath his feet felt hard and cold. It was rock that had been crushed beneath countless dragon bones for tens of thousands of years, steeped in dragon aura until it was as hard as metal.
Qin Heng did not immediately explore the secrets of Dragon Valley, nor did he search for those precious Dragon Clan relics. The first thing he did was press both hands against the ground.
The moment his palms touched the earth, the power of the Ice and Fire Dragon