But why did this place feel even bloodier and more terrifying than Grave Mound City? No, it was not just a feeling. It definitely was...!
"Although the old Dragon King belongs to the Spirit Beast Mountain lineage, we will not declare our stance to the outside world over this matter."
Frog Daoist spoke leisurely, his voice cold and imposing. The crimson mist-filled void around them grew even hotter. "Is that so?"
"Great General, deep within the southern Ten Million Mountains lies a city called Grave Mound. It sells living beings' Nascent Souls, Primordial Spirits, bodies for possession, and even slaves. That Profound Sky Sea Dragon was besieged by over ten thousand cultivators and captured."
The ferocious beast responsible for transmitting messages spoke calmly. With utter indifference, it turned its head and glanced at the Innate Being in its hand. "For that reason, they realized this Profound Sky Sea Dragon had an extraordinary origin. Thus, they sent cultivators bearing its reverse scale to the Immortal Domain to deliver a message, demanding that the Mystic Sky Sea Dragon Clan pay a ransom."
Having said that, it spat out a bloodstained reverse scale. Clearly, it had not been refined out—it had been forcibly ripped off while still alive.
For a cultivator to disappear for a hundred years had originally been a trivial matter. Perhaps they had encountered a fortuitous opportunity, perhaps they had been trapped in some secret realm, or perhaps they had simply entered secluded cultivation.
It had been a minor matter, one the Mystic Sky Sea Dragon Clan could naturally handle and investigate themselves.
If they still could not be found after a thousand years, the matter would naturally be reported to the Immortal Sect.
But now, someone had captured him, sent people to the Immortal Domain to brazenly demand a