Chen Ye stood beside the stone coffin, leaned closer, and carefully examined the female corpse within.
The female corpse showed no sign of decay.
Though the wide-sleeved robe she wore had faded, its former splendor was still visible.
She had clearly been someone of status.
Chen Ye's gaze lingered on the female corpse only briefly before he noticed that something seemed to be carved into the coffin wall beside her.
He gestured. "Chaoyang, give me the torch."
Hearing this, Zhuang Chaoyang hurriedly handed the torch to Chen Ye.
Holding the torch, Chen Ye moved closer to the coffin wall.
Under the firelight, the markings on the coffin wall gradually became clearer.
Chen Ye vaguely made out six large ancient seal-script characters carved into it: "Fallen Land of the True Dragon."
As he read those six characters aloud, his heart jolted.
A true dragon?
He instinctively lowered his head to look at the female corpse in the coffin, and an absurd thought suddenly arose in his mind.
Could this female corpse before him be a true dragon?
The instant that thought surfaced, Chen Ye felt something was wrong.
He scrutinized the female corpse from head to toe, from her figure to her bones. No matter how he looked at her, she was merely an ordinary human female corpse, utterly unrelated to a true dragon.
If she truly had been a true dragon, her corpse would never look like this, much less lie in a stone coffin without even a trace of dragon aura remaining.
"Fallen Land of the True Dragon..."
Chen Ye quietly repeated those six words, feeling that the matter was increasingly strange.
Did these six words mean this tomb was where a true dragon had fallen?
Or did this female corpse once have some sort of connection to a