The runes on the dragon-shaped stone stele fully activated, golden light tearing through the darkness of Miasma Valley. Below, the deep fissure resembled the gaping maw of a colossal beast, spewing forth an overwhelming dragon aura that made it hard to breathe.
Ye Xuan gripped Bo Saixi's slender hand as the Light Dragon King's wings spread, forming a golden-red domain of light around them. Protected by it, the two leaped into the fissure.
The instant they passed through layer after layer of spatial barriers, the scene before them abruptly changed.
Gone was the desolation of Sun Moon Continent and the vitality of Douluo Continent. In their place lay a vast, barren valley stretching beyond sight.
The sky was a dark, muted gold-red, like congealed dragon blood. Wisps of golden dragon aura wound through the thin clouds, flowing slowly.
The ground was paved with jet-black dragon-patterned rock, covered in cracks weathered by countless years. Faint dragon soul energy seeped from every fissure, and stepping upon it allowed one to clearly feel an ancient, majestic pulse.
This was Dragon Valley—the sacred land and final resting place of the dragon race: the Dragon Tomb!
"This is... an independent pocket world created by Lord Dragon God."
The remnant soul of the Light Dragon King sighed deeply within the Spirit Sea, its voice carrying boundless sorrow and reverence.
"Back then, the Dragon God fell during the great war in the God Realm, and the dragon race was nearly wiped out entirely."
"Unwilling to let his kin's remains vanish without a trace, the Dragon God's remnant soul exhausted its last divine power to create this space, drawing countless true dragon skeletons into it to form this Dragon Tomb."
Ye Xuan and Bo Saixi hovered in midair. Everywhere they looked, enormous dragon remains rose like mountains.
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