After digging up all the dragon bones underground, Jiang Changkong pieced them together. They formed a Chaos Dragon.
Even with only its bones remaining, its aura was still extraordinarily powerful.
Jiang Changkong discovered that the dragon bones were actually covered in lines of immortal script.
"What is this?"
Jiang Changkong looked at the Neurotic Dragon. The only response he received was a shake of its head.
Even the Neurotic Dragon did not know what this immortal script was, so Jiang Changkong could only study it himself.
"Vast chaos, the dragon race was born; traversing chaos, pursuing the Great Dao.
"The Chaos Dragon race lies hidden, seeking the tributaries of time, pursuing eternity."
Jiang Changkong's expression turned strange. This immortal script was entirely from the ancient era. It had either been left behind by the dragon race of old or by Houtu.
"The tributaries of the River of Time flow onward. Chaos dragon bones guide immortals and gods to pursue the traces of time. The dragon race must go forth."
"The dragon race went after the tributaries of time? Weren't the tributaries of the River of Time left behind by the ancient immortals and gods?"
Jiang Changkong was a little bewildered. He could not make sense of it.
Weren't the tributaries of the River of Time surging through chaos left behind by the ancient immortals and gods?
Why had the ancient dragon race been pursuing them as well?
Filled with confusion, Jiang Changkong put away the Chaos Dragon bones.
He continued examining the map. Mount Buzhou had only one route marked, with nothing else indicated.
"These dragon bones are something Heaven cannot tolerate," the Neurotic Dragon reminded him.
"I have the Reincarnation Disk to suppress them. There shouldn't be a problem." Jiang Changkong pondered.
If Heaven were complete, it might detect