With both feet on the ground, Ye Lin frowned. The moment he arrived, he felt an incomparably immense draconic aura directly suppressing him onto the ground.
Flying was forbidden here.
"Strange. Everything is strange."
Ye Lin grumbled twice and headed forward. As he walked, an enormous dragon corpse appeared before him.
Calling it a dragon corpse was not quite accurate—it had already become a massive skeleton. Ye Lin's body was not even as large as any single bone on the skeleton.
Black qi wafted from the skeleton. Its owner had evidently been dead for many years.
"This is the corpse of a true dragon. At its peak, it was at least at the peak of the Heavenly Immortal realm."
At that moment, the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar spoke.
He had dealt with quite a few Dragon experts. With one look, he could roughly judge the cultivation of this Dragon expert.
"Peak Heavenly Immortal, peak Heavenly Immortal again. If you've got the guts, then let a True Immortal jump out at me."
Ye Lin complained as he walked. Peak Heavenly Immortal—again, an expert at this level.
Hadn't they said Heavenly Immortals were rare? Hadn't they said Immortal Realm experts were difficult to produce? Yet in a single world, Ye Lin had already encountered so many Heavenly Immortal experts.
Wouldn't Heavenly Immortals be everywhere in that Star River?
Sure enough, hyped to the heavens in the early stages, reduced to dogs in the later ones.
As Ye Lin walked, he looked up and saw a pitch-black throne materialize out of thin air in the distant sky. A majestic figure sat cross-legged upon it.
It was a man with a resolute face, clad in pitch-black armor. A gigantic sword rested beside the throne.
The sword was a meter wide. It could no longer be