Dragon Clan Graveyard

They appeared on a desolate stretch of land, surrounded by an air of bleakness.

"I can hear the dragons mourning." Qiu'er raised a hand toward the distance. It trembled with emotion.

Ji Siyuan followed her gaze and saw countless dragon corpses lying exposed across the wasteland.

Grief swiftly overwhelmed them both.

As far as they could see, at least a thousand True Dragons had died here.

There were no graves, let alone headstones.

No one knew how they had ended up here. Perhaps only the Silver Dragon King knew.

The two moved quickly and soon reached the remains.

The closer they came, the deeper the sorrow felt. Dragon skeletons towered before them, some dozens of meters tall, others hundreds, with traces of energy still lingering around them.

Ji Siyuan sighed. He had never imagined the mighty Dragon Clan could have come to this.

He lowered his head slightly in respect, then stopped. The dragon remains rejected him.

It was no ordinary aversion. It was the hostility reserved for a mortal enemy.

Qiu'er, however, was barely affected thanks to her Golden Dragon Bloodline.

"Siyuan?"

"It's all right. I don't know what happened, but I suspect the Divine Realm was involved. My identity brings me certain privileges, so it's only natural it has its costs." Ji Siyuan would not act against the dragons for rejecting him. He simply stood there and watched Qiu'er.

Their hostility kept him from going any farther. If he did, Qiu'er would be caught up in it too.

Qiu'er smiled at him. "Then I'll go in, Siyuan. Wait for me here."

"All right."

He watched with a smile as Qiu'er entered the field of dragon remains.

Only after she disappeared from view did he turn toward an empty spot beside him. "Silver Dragon King, it's just us now.