Things Without Value

Upon entering the Dragon Gate, it was as though he had arrived in a secret realm. He could see vast stretches of seawater, as well as an island at the heart of the sea.

This island was highly unusual, filled with pure dragon aura and woven through with countless dragon bones. It felt as though the entire island had been formed from dragon bones, their Dao rhymes intertwining and transforming into dragon souls.

Chen Yang's eyes gleamed as the formations within his body began to operate. He looked toward the central island. "How strange, how strange... I never expected such a scene within the Dragon Gate. So many dragon bones, so many dragon souls—did the Dragon Clan of the past all perish here? And is this truly the Dragon Gate, or is it the Dragon Tomb?"

As he spoke, Chen Yang entered the island. Looking at the countless dragon corpses, there were surely tens of thousands of them. Their dragon bones were exquisite, and their intertwined Dao rhymes showed that they had been immensely powerful in life. A few of the dragon corpses even carried an undying aura; they had definitely cultivated to the Half-Step Primordial Unity.

Chen Yang was deeply shocked, but also curious. Why had such a dragon burial ground formed within the Dragon Gate? More than that, this place radiated a familiar aura that drew Chen Yang in.

Chen Yang was puzzled as he looked toward the heart of the Dragon Tomb. "The Dragon Gate's artifact spirit—or perhaps Ancestral Dragon's remnant soul—come out and give me an explanation."

"The aura of the Human Dao, condensed Fortune, intertwined Merit... I never expected someone like you to emerge among the later generations of the Primordial World." An ancient voice flowed forth from the endless river of time.

A phantom