Sensing the change in the Golden Dragon King's Divine Core, Yin Hongye took it out and displayed it before Di Tian.
Golden light burned in Di Tian's pupils, yet he did not dare reach for it. He was no match for Yin Hongye.
"Have you felt the sorrow of the Dragon Clan too?" Yin Hongye asked calmly.
At those words, the Golden Dragon King's Divine Core let out a mournful cry, filled with unwillingness and fury.
Within Dragon Valley, faint, low dragon roars echoed as well, sounding like weeping and pleading.
The group continued forward. The sorrow emanating from Na'er grew ever stronger. As the Silver Dragon King's true body, her feelings toward this place were completely different from those of ordinary people.
Not long after entering the Dragon Tomb, they came upon a terrifyingly massive skeleton.
The skeleton stood a thousand meters tall, its entire body brownish-gray, utterly unlike the other dragon bones in color. It had no wing bones, but its body was exceptionally robust, its four limbs like pillars supporting the heavens, planted into the earth.
Though it had been dead for countless tens of thousands of years, its immense dragon might still suppressed everything within several kilometers. Even the gravity on the ground had become several times heavier because of it.
"This is the Mountain Dragon King. Even after death, he still wanted to protect the Dragon Clan?" Di Tian's voice carried unprecedented solemnity and sorrow. "The Dragon Clan's most steadfast guardian. Even after his death, his body did not decay, and he still guarded this land."
The group looked up and felt as tiny as ants. At the center of the Mountain Dragon King's skeleton was an enormous gash running from head to tail.
Someone had cleaved him in half with a sharp weapon.
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