The Tomb of Dragons!

The dense expanse of dragon skeletons floating in the starry sky where actually left behind by the experts who’d been buried alongside the Ancestral Dragon Daolord all those years ago!

Chen Xi gasped. He was truly unable to imagine why the Dragon Race would commit such a practically insane action all those years ago.

Why did they do this?

Was it a belief?

Or perhaps it was a form of ceremony?

Chen Xi was unable to figure out all of this. However, this allowed him to possess a deeper understanding of how extraordinary the Ancestral Dragon Daolord was.

“Even though this place is dangerous, there’s no need to worry about danger so long as we don’t touch those skeletons. If you want to meditate and cultivate, then this place is the most suitable.” Senior White spoke swiftly via voice transmission.

Chen Xi nodded, and then he swept the surroundings with his gaze. He looked for a safe and concealed place before he sat down cross-legged.

However, right when he intended to meditate and recover from his injuries, Senior White spoke abruptly with a mysterious expression. “Little Fellow, do you want to know what sort of secret technique your ancestor, I, comprehended from that Origin Bone of a Holy Shaman?”

As he finished speaking, his voice carried a wisp of uncontrollable excitement, and he seemed extremely complac...