What was this supposed to be—robbing a tomb and digging up a super-sized zongzi?
Even a peak tenth-rank fighter could be torn apart. Was the depths of the Void Realm really this dangerous?
Jiang Changkong had no desire to die. He nearly unleashed his full strength and sprinted forward.
Yellow Springs water directly submerged them, rushing into the ground in an instant.
The next moment, they were already deep underground. Soil surrounded them on all sides as the Nether Dragon coiled its body and looked down at them.
"Thank you." Jiang Changkong let out a breath and cupped his fists toward the Nether Dragon.
The Nether Dragon nodded slightly and expanded the underground space somewhat.
Liangqiu Xuanyi said in surprise, "This Nether Dragon is quite intelligent."
The records they had seen in the Immortal Palace had only provided some information. She had not expected the Nether Dragon to possess consciousness as well.
The Nether Dragon glared at her, a trace of humanlike displeasure flashing through its dragon eyes.
"During the interstellar era, Nether Dragons belonged to the Yellow Springs Clan and guarded death stars."
Feng Qixing spoke up. "In an even more ancient age, the Yellow Springs Clan was once an immensely powerful major race. For some unknown reason, it declined.
According to the information gathered on Earth, there are still no records of the Yellow Springs Clan. This Nether Dragon should have been born in the Void Realm through some fortunate coincidence."
Hearing Feng Qixing's words, the Nether Dragon nodded, indicating that he was right.
"It is already this strong, yet it still cannot speak?" Jiang Changkong asked curiously.
"No one ever taught it. Since its birth, it has remained in Yellow Springs, where there were no living creatures and deathly energy filled its entire body."
Feng Qixing pondered.