Jiang Xuelan followed quietly, her clear and cold eyes swept across the silent sea of clouds around her, and she said softly: “The place where you have been hiding has been so remote and quiet.”
Ling Cang turned his head upon hearing the voice, smiled bitterly, and said in a tone full of helplessness and sorrow: “Brother Daoist Jiang may not know this, but right now, all the regions throughout the Twenty-Four Heavens that are rich in spiritual energy, have stable terrain, and even have a hint of life have been occupied by the Heavenly Palace of the Divine Race.”
“Every sacred mountain or spiritual path that was somewhat prominent had long been controlled by the gods to support their people and cultivate divine ingredients and medicines. How could we, the remnants of the fallen dragon race, be qualified to occupy such fertile land?”
“Being able to find a place to live in this desolate sea of clouds, where no one cares, spiritual energy is scarce, and void turbulence is frequent, as well as preserving the last remnants of the dragon race, is already extraordinary good fortune.”
David nodded without saying anything.
The law of the jungle applies, and hegemony reigns supreme.
The gods plundered the Heavenly Dao, monopolized the resources of the entire heavens, blocked the path to survival of all races, and destroyed the dignity of other races. The order of the twenty-four heavens has long been rotten to the roots.
The group quickly crossed the sea of clouds, avoiding the patrol teams of the gods, scouts from the Panlong lineage, and the most dangerous places in the world.
The further they went, the more barren the surrounding world became, the thinner the spiritual energy became, and the divine light between heaven and earth completely disappeared.
Instead, there were piercing and dangerous winds in the void, as well as chaotic and fragmented pieces of space.
After flying for nearly an hour, passing through layers of void mist and traversing several desolate cloud ravines, the entrance to a secret realm that was hidden to the very end, finally appeared at the edge of sight ahead.
It could barely be considered a blessed land; it wasn’t even as good as a place to live for ordinary farmers.
Around him was a thick and dark void barrier, shrouded in a layer of mist all year round, isolating inner and outer energy and protecting him from divine sense probing.
If no one guided them, even a peak-level Gold Immortal would never realize that a hidden mini world existed here.
The entrance was just an inconspicuous gray spatial crack about ten feet wide.
Surrounded by jagged rocks and howling winds, it looked like a remote corner that had been abandoned for a long time.
“Sir, we have arrived.”
Ling Cang paused, wore a respectful expression, then turned to David and spoke solemnly, “This is the final hiding place of our Winged Dragon lineage, and also the safest and most secluded beachhead for the remaining resistance to the Dragon Clan in the Twenty-Four Heavens.”
After speaking, Ling Cang raised his hand and formed a complicated hand seal, with cyan dragon power flowing from his fingertips and injected into the spatial crack.
Buzzing-
A deep, vibrating sound echoed in the room, and the gray cracks slowly expanded, revealing a dark and simple secret passage within.
“Please come in, Your Majesty and Fellow Daoist Jiang.”
David nodded slightly, took Jiang Xuelan’s hand, and stepped into the secret realm.
As I stepped inside, the view before me suddenly opened up, but it wasn’t a majestic view shrouded in mist; but rather an eerie, barren, and very primitive world.
The entire secret region was not big, only covering an area of no more than ten thousand miles, and the heavens and earth were shrouded in gray mist.
There was no dazzling divine light, no spiritual springs or pools, no towering sacred trees, only dense fog, barren land, and rugged rocky valleys.
The spiritual energy in the air was extremely thin, far inferior even to the low-quality spiritual energy on Twenty-third Heaven.
This amount was barely enough for a cultivator to maintain basic cultivation; this amount was simply not enough to nourish the body or improve one’s cultivation.
If you look around, there are no magnificent palaces or caves for cultivation. All members of the dragon clan lived in simple stone caves carved into the mountains and low stone houses built from piles of rocks.
The ground surface was uneven, with gravel and ditches everywhere, and there were not even smooth roads.
Countless pterosaurs inhabited this place, most of them were old ones, women, children, the injured, and some young adults who had managed to escape from the tribes enslaved by the gods.
FAQ Novel
Q: What is the significance of the Golden Dragon lineage?
A: The Golden Dragon is considered the ancestor and supreme being of all dragons, and its reappearance is believed to offer a chance for the dragon race to regain its former glory.
Q: What has been the fate of the dragon race?
A: For thousands of years, the dragon race has endured suffering, enslavement, and brutal oppression, with survivors hiding in remote and dangerous locations.
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