Yang Qi was finally getting a look at the Myriad Dragons Lair.

It was an enormous world made up of wriggling flesh and blood. The lands, mountains, rivers, and even vital energy were all made from either blood or flesh. The rivers flowed with blood, and the flowers, plants, and trees were flesh. And there was no rotting odor; everything smelled as fresh as could be.

As for the air, it thrummed with the aura of dragons. Any Paramount God who came here would be infected and transformed into a demonic dragon.

Tapping his foot on the ground, Yang Qi confirmed that it was also made from flesh. Reaching down, he tore a chunk out and found that it dripped with blood and the vital energy of dragons. It would obviously make the perfect food for a dragon.

Breathing a sigh of admiration, Patriarch Deva said, “The Myriad Dragons...