Chapter 352 The Mountain Dragon King's Corpse Stirs Up Changes.
A full quarter of an hour passed.
At the edge of Dragon Valley, all the phantoms of Big Black and the Gluttonous Divine Ox, as well as the true dragon souls deep within the valley, had stopped.
A tear rolled down from Big Black's enormous eye. Then, his mountain-like body came to Xuan Mo and Ma Hongjun's side and knelt down.
"Hey? Big Black, what are you doing?"
Just as Ma Hongjun looked puzzled, Xuan Mo walked up behind him and gave him a push, saying, "Let's go. Big Black wants us to go up and sit on his back. Otherwise, do you want to go down alone?" Before he finished speaking, Xuan Mo's eyes glanced at Ma Hongjun looking down into the valley. Not only was it treacherous, but it was also shrouded in the re-gathering mist, and there might even be dragon souls ambushing them.
Even for Ma Hongjun, who could fly, the risk was considerable.
"Hmm... I think we should forget it. Letting Big Black lead us down will save us some energy." Ma Hongjun silently withdrew his head, swallowed discreetly, and then said defiantly. He then leaped onto Big Black's head, ignoring Big Black's disdainful gaze.
Xuan Mo, seeing this, simply smiled silently. He also stroked the scales on Big Black's head as he leaped up.
"Roar—"
he roared to the sky, soaring into the air and plummeting towards the valley wall. Just as his body was about to hit the wall, Big Black's two dragon feet shoveled downwards.
"Thump... Boom boom boom..."
The dragon's claws extended, grabbing the valley wall. Then, his body rapidly climbed downwards, the hard stone wall crumbling like tofu before Big Black's dragon claws.
As it plummeted downwards, Dahei's crimson eyes surveyed the distance to the valley floor.
After descending for a kilometer, its dragon feet slammed against the mountainside before leaping again, detaching itself from the rock face.
Its massive body plummeted dozens of meters like a freefalling object, then used the mountainside for leverage before falling once more. This process repeated itself rapidly, plunging towards the valley floor. Thanks to Dahei's powerful physique, the force of the descent was negligible.
In just a few minutes, thanks to Dahei's frantic descent, Xuanmo and the others had reached the bottom of Dragon Valley.
The moment Dahei landed, a desolate aura emanated from all directions, seemingly chilling the soul. Even Ma Hongjun, who lacked dragon blood and a martial spirit, felt as if he heard the mournful cry of a dragon, not just Xuanmo and Dahei.
"I never imagined that such a powerful dragon race would have so many perished here! The scene is truly tragic. But who was responsible for this, causing so many true dragons to end up in such a miserable state?"
Ma Hongjun muttered upon seeing this.
However, no one paid him any attention.
The two men and the beast looked around and, after a careful assessment, realized that at least a thousand true dragons had perished here. Their bodies were left exposed in the wilderness, without even a proper grave, simply abandoned and called the Dragon Tomb.
"Roar... Ugh..."
Dahei let out a mournful cry and lowered its body again.
Xuanmo immediately understood Dahei's meaning, and after rolling down first, he waved to Ma Hongjun, who was still standing on Dahei's head, and said, "Fatty, we've reached our stop, come down."
Ma Hongjun didn't hesitate and immediately rolled down from Dahei's head, and together with Xuanmo, they began to examine the bottom of the valley.
Numerous dragon bones, including those of real dragons, lay scattered across the ground. Some were tens of meters tall, while others were hundreds of meters, creating a visually overwhelming spectacle. Moreover, these exposed bones emanated faint, shimmering energy fluctuations.
"My goodness! This aura, this energy fluctuation! I didn't expect these real dragons, even after being dead for so long, to still be so powerful!"
Before Xuan Mo could say anything, Ma Hongjun took a deep breath and slowly walked to the nearest dragon bone, placing his hand on it and touching it.
"Hmm? This… Fatty, put it down!"
At that moment, a desolate aura erupted, even infecting everyone's emotions. Ma Hongjun himself could even hear the dying cry of the dragon on the bone.
Patterns were faintly visible on the dragon bone.
"Roar—"
A dragon's roar resounded, seemingly rejecting Ma Hongjun, and blasted him away. Luckily, Xuanmo and the others caught him in time, otherwise he would have fallen flat on his face.
"Fatty, are you alright?"
Facing Xuanmo's question, Ma Hongjun patted his chest nervously, only to be scolded angrily.
"Don't touch anything here! Even though they're dead, their strength in life was too great. Their methods are beyond our comprehension."
Saying this, he and Dahei continued to lead the way, walking further in. However, the further they went, the larger the dragon bones became. It could be said that those piles of dragon bones were like small hills.
Even the energy impacts and the faint dragon roars in their ears seemed to be painting a picture. On the battlefield, dragons fell one after another, their blood splattering, but they did not retreat.
Apart from the excited Dahei and the indifferent Xuanmo, only Ma Hongjun was somewhat stunned, unable to stop swallowing, as if he was shocked by the powerful war...
He didn't know how long they had walked.
Xuanmo and the others suddenly stopped, because in front of them, a huge dragon skeleton blocked their path. Or rather, the overwhelming suppression prevented them from advancing even an inch.
The skeleton was over a thousand meters tall, its overall color a deep brown, unlike anything in other parts of Dragon Valley. Its unparalleled weight made the gravity on the ground within a radius of several thousand meters significantly greater than elsewhere.
It lacked dragon wings, its body extremely robust, especially its limbs, which were as thick as pillars supporting the sky.
In an instant, in Xuan Mo's mind,
"This is the remains of Old Mountain!"
The Ice Dragon King was no longer calm. Even the Fire Dragon King's spiritual imprint beside him emitted a red light far exceeding its previous intensity, clearly indicating extreme agitation.
This agitation even directly affected the outside world, causing Xuan Mo's arms to radiate extremely cold and hot auras.
However, before Xuan Mo could react, not only did the energy of the Mountain Dragon King's remains erupt, but also, in the center of the dragon tomb behind the Mountain Dragon King, three different energies suddenly surged forth.
Instantly, a series of stirring yet mournful dragon roars resounded throughout the entire Dragon Valley!
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