"This place is practically a graveyard," Su Ziyu said solemnly.
Deep within the underground palace lay many tombstones, likely once used to handle countless corpses.
The two walked forward for a while, and suddenly their view opened up. Right in front of them appeared a cross-legged corpse and behind it a shattered basin resembling a regal artifact—something Su Ziyu had seen in other places before.
"This should be it," Sister Fried said, stopping in her tracks.
She turned her head to gesture slightly to Su Ziyu, who then stepped forward and gently reached out to touch the cross-legged corpse.
In an instant.
It was as if his spirit was connected to something, and Su Ziyu saw a towering mountain peak and a magnificent palace built in the clouds, along with a dragon corpse of unimaginable size, winding like a mountain range.
Its existence was unknown, so old that its corpse had weathered to resemble stone.
"Immortal Ancient Dragon!"
