"—This situation is a bit complicated."
The Yellow Calico Cat chose its words carefully before replying at an unhurried pace, "If you remember, this Small World was labeled 'Dragon Tomb Realm' at the auction... That name is actually somewhat presumptuous, because the true Dragon Tomb Realm is a Great Thousand Worlds where countless dragon corpses are buried. A Dragon Lich fused with the Heavenly Dao of that Great World stands guard there year-round. It is an entirely different concept from this Small World before you, which contains only a single Dragon Skeleton.
It would not be wrong to say that this world was specifically meant to store this Dragon Skeleton. Because now, aside from this Dragon Skeleton, this world can no longer accommodate any other life."
Zheng Qing gave an almost imperceptible nod.
Indeed.
This Small World was not large. After arriving, with the strength of his divine sense, he had easily swept across the entire world without finding any sign of living creatures.
As far as the eye can see, there was only deathly silence.
The earth was a dark reddish-brown, riddled with bottomless ravines that seemed to lead into the abyss. Wherever his divine sense swept, he found no trace of plants or water, only endless desolation.
The sky was an eternally unchanging lead-gray, heavy and oppressive, with neither sun, moon, nor stars in sight. Only the faint phosphorescence drifting from the gaps between the Dragon Skeleton's bones, as though it had come from the distant Starry Sky, flickered like ghostfire and barely illuminated this forgotten, silent space. Clusters of silvery-white mist, seemingly alive, coiled around the Dragon Skeleton's spine, ribs, and skull, drifting soundlessly and inhaling and exhaling through the apertures in its bones, adding an even stranger air to the scene.
"—As for why this Small