But why did this place feel even bloodier and more terrifying than Desolate Tomb City? No, it was not just a feeling. It definitely was...!
"Though the Old Dragon King belongs to the Spirit Beast Mountain lineage, this matter does not represent our stance to the outside world."
Frog Daoist spoke leisurely, his voice icy and majestic. The red mist-filled void around them grew even more scorching. "Is it him?"
"Great General, deep within the Myriad Mountains to the south lies a city called Desolate Tomb. It traffics living beings' Nascent Souls, Primordial Spirits, bodies for possession, and even slaves. That Profound Azure Sea Dragon was besieged and captured by over ten thousand cultivators."
The beast responsible for delivering messages spoke calmly. Indifferently, it turned its head and glanced at the Innate Lifeform in its hand. "Because of this, they saw that this Profound Azure Sea Dragon had an extraordinary background. So they sent cultivators bearing its reverse scale to the Immortal Domain to deliver a message, demanding that the Profound Azure Sea Dragon Race pay a ransom."
After speaking, it spat out a blood-soaked reverse scale. Clearly, it had not been refined out, but forcibly ripped off while still alive.
Ordinarily, a cultivator vanishing for a hundred years was only a trivial matter. Perhaps they had encountered a fortuitous opportunity, perhaps they had been trapped in some secret realm, or perhaps they were in secluded cultivation.
It had originally been a minor matter, one the Profound Azure Sea Dragon Race could handle themselves as they searched.
If they still could not be found after a thousand years, they would naturally report it to the Immortal Sect.
But now they had been captured, and someone had even come to the Immortal Domain to brazenly demand a ransom, going so far