Zhang Ze squatted on a rock at the entrance of the cave, looking eastward into the Secret Realm, gazing at the ancient dragon resting above the Ancient Forest.
The dragon had a single eye on its head, closed tight, with horns like elongated halberds, and a body void of scales.
Its whole body was twisted and coiled from some kind of gray-brown plant roots, though possibly because the dragon was so ancient, these branches exuded a hint of decay.
Despite being quite far away, Zhang Ze's eyesight was keen.
Amidst the tangled roots covering the dragon's body, he saw the remains of many demon beasts.
These demon beasts were 'planted' on the dragon's body, nourishing its enormous form with a semblance of life force.
But clearly, it was like a drop in the ocean.
Moreover, black and red mold stains, following the rhythm of the dragon's breath, were slowly spreading from the remnants of those demon beasts.
As if some form of pollution.
