There was actually an incomparably magnificent Dragon Palace at the bottom of Heavenly Fortune Lake?
Little Bad King carefully sensed its presence, utterly shocked. "Holy shit, the Divine Court not only placed the True Dragon's Dao ground at the highest point of the One Hundred and Eight Peaks of All Spirits, above all spirits, but even built a Dragon Palace especially for Him at the bottom of the lake?! That prestige, that treatment... it probably wasn't much worse than what the Lord of the Divine Court got, was it?"
"Looks like this True Dragon really did hold an extraordinarily exalted position in the Divine Court before He disappeared. Calling Him the father of all the Divine Court's immortals... might not even be an exaggeration."
"Then back in those days... just what Grade Realm did this last True Dragon in the Human World reach? Had He already taken human form and cultivated a Human Race body?"
"...!"
Little Bad King was profoundly shaken by the underwater Dragon Palace, and all sorts of guesses involuntarily surfaced in his mind. It was just that none of them could be verified yet.
He had originally come here to search for a trace of True Dragon destiny, never expecting to stumble upon the Dragon Palace Dao Ground. The Heavenly Dao Proclamation had just said he was the ninth Traveler to reach this place, which meant the previous eight players had most likely already entered the Dragon Palace.
What had happened to them? Had they encountered some anomalous incident the moment they entered and dropped dead on the spot? That possibility couldn't be ruled out, but faced with such a magnificent Dragon Palace, anyone would find it extremely hard to suppress the curiosity to investigate...
Clearly, Little Bad King was the finest specimen of precisely that