Xu Changqing's Divine Sense probed beneath the water, where he could sense countless dragon bones lying on the lakebed, row upon row, column upon column—a sight too dreadful to behold.
At the center of Guixu.
There were no buildings there, only a colossal outline that surpassed all comprehension.
It was so enormous that, even from an unknown number of miles away, its blurred shadow occupied half their field of vision.
The Dragon Burial Grounds looked like nothing more than a part of its body.
No, more precisely.
All the buildings, all the lofty towers and domes, were merely attached to its surface.
The dragon aura here was so dense that it was visible to the naked eye.
Streams of dragon aura rose from its surface like auroras, painting the dark heavens in the colors of a golden dusk.
Yet at the same time, its death aura was so dense that even Xu Changqing found it uncomfortable.
Countless dead dragon souls drifted between the dragon aura and death aura like fireflies, letting out low dragon roars.
A land of utter death!
After pondering it over and over, that was the only description Xu Changqing could think of.
He had personally visited the Azure Emperor's Back Garden and seen the Sea of Chaos where the Void-Biting Lord slumbered.
Yet the Ruins Dragon Tomb before him felt entirely different from those places.
Here, there was only endless silence and desolation.
At some point, Linglong had risen to her feet.
With her head raised, she stared at that unimaginably massive outline in the distance. The curiosity on her face gradually turned into an expression Xu Changqing had never seen before.
It was neither shock nor fear.
The aurora-like dragon aura flowing in the distance reflected in her eyes, as did the dragon souls weaving