With a push of the bamboo pole, the skiff silently glided away from the Dragon Bone Palace.
Linglong's figure grew smaller and smaller, until she became nothing more than a tiny silhouette within the dragon palace.
The Dragon Bone Palace returned to silence.
Countless dragon souls resumed their wandering.
Golden light and deathly aura intertwined, shrouding the entire palace in a bizarre atmosphere that was both resplendent and grim.
The Lord of the Ruins' gaze fell upon Xu Linglong. "Aren't you afraid?"
Linglong tilted her head up at the humanoid mass of darkness before her and shook her head. "I'm not afraid."
The Lord of the Ruins was surprised and asked curiously, "Why aren't you afraid?"
Linglong grinned. "Because Daddy is here, so I'm not afraid!"
The Lord of the Ruins fell silent.
A moment later, It trembled slightly and let out an exceedingly soft breathy sound.
It was laughter.
It was very awkward, as though It had not laughed for a very, very long time and had suddenly been amused.
The laugh was so brief that Linglong had not even had time to make sure of it before it ended.
Then, the Lord of the Ruins said, "What you seek is in the Dragon Burial Grounds!"
The next moment, a faint dragon roar drifted over.
This dragon roar was different from the howls of the dragon souls in Guixu. It was deeper, more ancient.
Elsewhere.
Zhao Ziyue's skiff glided across the water for roughly half an hour, moving far away from the Dragon Bone Palace, far away from those towering spires and domes, and into a stretch of water Xu Changqing had never reached before.
The water here was no longer deathly still.
It began to ripple with extreme slowness, as though something beneath the surface was