Several miles beneath the ice, a True Dragon lay silently stretched within the solid ice.
It was neither a flood dragon nor a serpent or python that had attained cultivation, but a genuine colossal dragon—the legendary divine beast, a True Dragon.
Its body, frozen within the ice, twisted and rose in an airborne posture. It seemed that in the very instant before it had been frozen, it had been striding through the air.
The dragon's body was covered in azure-blue scales, each one the size of a millstone. Their color transitioned from abyssal depths along its spine to the clear brightness of a cloudless sky beneath its belly.
The scales on its head and four claws were slightly smaller, yet deeper and denser, nearly ink-blue.
Its dragon head was raised high, its horns rugged and imposing. Its eyes seemed closed yet not closed, revealing a lofty disdain that overlooked heaven and earth and regarded all living beings with contempt.
Its dragon maw stood slightly open, as though it were about to release a roar that would shake heaven and earth, or breathe out dragon breath capable of freezing all things.
The True Dragon lay sealed beneath the ice, utterly motionless and still as a boulder. Yet it still brought an inexplicable pressure upon everyone, as though it might break through the ice at any moment and choose someone to devour.
Everyone's nerves involuntarily tightened. Their eyes remained fixed on the True Dragon, and none dared look away for even an instant.
"Is this True Dragon... dead or alive?" Yuan Rong asked solemnly. "Was it frozen here, or is it sleeping here?"
"It should not be alive," Song Wen said.
As he spoke, Song Wen thought of the Wind-Heaven Divine Ox in the Immortal's Tomb, as well as the Kui Bull