After tearing open the gap, Chen Changming moved, flying like a wisp of light smoke into the hidden space within the statue's chest.
This space was rather vast and secluded, filled everywhere with a faint blood-colored mist.
The blood-colored mist was like a formation, powerfully obstructing the penetration of divine sense. Chen Changming's divine sense felt as though it had sunk into a swamp, unable to spread outward.
Thus, after entering, he had not immediately discovered any trace of Dragon Blood.
Chen Changming steadied himself and slowly moved forward, his gaze searching the blood mist as keenly as a hawk's.
After more than a dozen breaths, his eyes suddenly narrowed—
Chen Changming saw an enormous dragon tail, shriveled until it was almost nothing but skin stretched over bones, lying silently on the ground like a piece of deadwood dried by the years.
The dragon tail was several zhang long. Though it had withered badly, it still exuded an immense and ancient pressure. The lingering might of a Mahayana Realm True Spirit made the entire space tremble faintly, as if a dead colossal beast were still letting out a soundless roar.
"If a Void Refinement Realm cultivator entered this place, faced with the pressure emitted by this dragon tail, they would likely be crushed to pieces on the spot, their soul scattered and spirit destroyed..."
Chen Changming stared at the dragon tail, shaking his head with feeling as a trace of reverence arose in his heart.
He possessed the formidable physical strength of a Fusion Realm Body Cultivator, which was why he could calmly withstand the dragon tail's terrifying oppression. Had it been an ordinary Void Refinement Realm cultivator, they likely would not even have been able to stand steadily.
With a shift of his gaze, Chen Changming spotted an ancient