"The Ancient Demon Inheritance contains no record of it, nor do the Dragon Race's records. It looks neither like a mountain from the Sea-Cliff Ancient Land nor one from Burial Saint Valley. How strange."
Fang Yun studied Dragon Might Strange Mountain with great interest, his mind turning without pause.
But he found no clues at all.
After some thought, Fang Yun used the Heavenly Constancy Soul-Splitting Technique, a secret art from The Lüshi Chunqiu. Literary Qi rippled around him, and a mass of white substance suddenly surged from the surface of his body, like wax heated until it melted, or a pool of white mud.
That substance slowly peeled away from Fang Yun's body, eventually forming a person identical to him.
The duplicate cupped his hands toward Fang Yun, then walked toward the cave.
The duplicate soon reached the entrance. As though passing through a thin film of water, he crossed into the cave. Then he suddenly melted, transforming into vapor and dispersing.
The instant the duplicate entered the cave, Fang Yun clearly sensed the boundless Dragon Might within. Its total amount was not great, but in quality, it ranked second only to the Ancestral Dragon True Blood Fang Yun had encountered before. Its aura was far more formidable than the true blood of a Dragon Race Great Sage.
Yet Fang Yun sensed neither threat nor danger.
Fang Yun nodded gently, finally believing what Little Grave had said before. It seemed Dragon Might Strange Mountain posed no danger to the Dragon Race—or at least, not much of one.
Fang Yun did not blindly trust his own feelings. Instead, he began probing with various methods. Not only did he sense no danger, but when he released objects such as the Two-Dragon Seal and the Starfire Armillary Mirror, he instead felt a