Within this deathly, desolate world, Li Qing and Long Yi turned into two streaks of flowing light, one ahead of the other, diving straight down beneath the ground of this realm.
Their destination was a massive abyssal pit.
On the flat, boundless land, a colossal crater, like the maw of a bottomless abyss, emerged before their eyes.
The pit was over twenty thousand li in diameter, its bottom invisible, swallowed in endless darkness without the faintest glimmer of light.
As they approached the edge, Li Qing’s expression grew solemn.
Deep within his senses, he could faintly feel an overwhelming pressure—a kind of might that only a higher lifeform could exude.
“Brother Wuji, you sense it too, don’t you? I have dragon blood flowing through me, so I can clearly identify it. The pressure coming from below is Dragon Might!” Long Yi spoke with grave seriousness.
Li Qing slowly nodded, finally confirming his suspicion.
Deep beneath this abyssal pit, there was indeed a possibility that the corpse of a true dragon was sealed away.
A dragon corpse!
If this news got out, even those ancient existences of the Grand Ascension Realm would surely stir.
Every part of a true dragon was a treasure.