Published: February 13, 2025
Chao Yang brought Ye Zhongming back to the blue area. After flying for a while, they arrived at a place where the elder of the water elemental dragon that Ye Zhongming had seen before was also present.
Upon seeing Chao Yang carrying Ye Zhongming, the elder was slightly surprised.
"Chao Yang, you…"
"Elder, I need to enter the Holy Land."
Chao Yang let Ye Zhongming down and looked at the elder, speaking with a very firm tone.
"The Holy Land…"
The elder instinctively wanted to oppose, but when looking at Chao Yang, the words were swallowed back.
After a silence of more than ten seconds, the elder nodded, "Your family owes you this, you may go."
After saying that, the elder glanced at Ye Zhongming and then flew away.
They were under a huge waterfall, with a turbulent river flowing below; around them were cliffs that were dotted with trees, making the place seem far from peaceful.
"Let's go, we are entering the Holy Land."
Chao Yang said, and then uttered a series of strange syllables. After a moment, the middle of the massive waterfall parted, revealing a circular entrance to a palace.
Chao Yang walked in, and Ye Zhongming followed.
"The Holy Land is actually the burial ground of our Dragon Race."
Ye Zhongming's ears perked up. Burial ground?
"You already know that once we cannot suppress the toxins in our bodies, they will immediately erupt, leading to death in a very short time."
Upon entering the Holy Land of the Dragon Race, Ye Zhongming felt a wave of coldness. The interior of the palace was not particularly exquisite, but it was grand in scale. While it might not be as delicately carved as human structures, it was evident that everything had been created with various powers.
Inside the palace, upon entry, the left side was covered in frost, while the right side appeared much more normal, though there was a layer of water vapor rippling.
"This side is for the ice elemental ancestors, and this side is for the water elemental ancestors."
Ye Zhongming looked down and saw numerous dragon bones, some complete and some missing.
Unable to count them all precisely, but at first glance, he estimated there were at least over a thousand.
These dragon bones, even if they were just bones, exuded a dragon's might that was shocking and oppressive.
It was the energy and spiritual imprints left by powerful giant dragons after their deaths, which had not yet dissipated.
In addition to these dragon bones, Ye Zhongming also noticed that beneath each bone was an ice box, including those on the water elemental dragon side, though the boxes were opaque, obscuring what was inside.
"These… bones…" Ye Zhongming pointed to the surroundings.
He found that most of these dragon bones were pure white, with some having a faint blue hue, but there were no signs of the gray or black that indicated deep poisoning.
Ye Zhongming had heard them mention before how the toxins in dragon bodies would manifest. Their bones would either turn into pus and powder or become black and brittle; they would never look like this.
Chao Yang was silent for a moment, "Only those who are at the peak realm can qualify to enter the Holy Land. They die from this indelible toxin as well, but because of their strength, they have a more precise control over themselves. So after reaching this realm, they can accurately know when they will lose control."
Ye Zhongming nodded; he could understand the somber tone in Chao Yang's voice. Knowing when one would die must be a terrible feeling.
Chao Yang walked over to the closest dragon bone near the entrance.
"This water elemental dragon ancestor is named Man Yi; he died ninety-two years ago. He had just broken through to the peak realm when he died. The toxins in his body underwent a dramatic mutation during his advancement, which he could not control. Before losing control, he forced the toxins to one part of his body and then… chose to commit suicide."
Ye Zhongming's body trembled at the words.
He looked again at the pure-colored dragon bones, and an incredibly massive shock surged within him.