Dragonbone Moss carpeted the surfaces of those most ancient bones. The moss was a deep green, yet upon closer inspection, one could see that every fragment of it was inscribed with minuscule dragon patterns.
Hundreds of millions of moss fragments bore hundreds of millions of dragon patterns. Combined together, those patterns formed a fragmentary Dragon Clan scripture.
There were also the fabled Dragon Saliva Fruits, hanging from ribs that slanted into the clouds. Each fruit was as large as a head, its peel translucent.
Within the flesh, one could see a drop of dragon saliva sealed inside. The dragon saliva slowly circulated through the pulp, releasing an exotic fragrance so alluring it beggared description.
Ye Lin merely took one breath of it and felt his limbs and bones become a little more clear and unblocked.
Every one of these sacred herbs exhaled purple qi. When their branches and leaves swayed, they did not rustle, but gave off faint, tender dragon cries.
That was the sound of Dragon Clan blood flowing within them.
They were the only things left in this world that still grew and still belonged to the Dragon Clan.
Ye Lin had seen such things only in ancient records.
He had never expected to see all of them now.
He did not move, instead continuing to observe.
After all, Ning Yi was still observing as well. He would feel embarrassed to make the first move.
Besides, there was no time limit. What was the rush?
You couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry.
Ye Lin's gaze finally settled on the heart of the wasteland.
There, a colossal tree rose from the earth, piercing straight into the Void.
Its trunk was so thick that words could not describe it, as though a hundred giant dragons had been twisted together—their