"This is Dragon Valley."
Gu Yue stood at the forefront, her black hair gently fluttering in the breeze.
Her voice carried a hint of sadness difficult to conceal, "The final resting place of the dragon race."
"This is... Dragon Clan Law!"
Fang Yang sensed a powerful law of heaven and earth suppressing him, as if the entire space was rejecting the existence of outsiders.
The air was permeated with a dense dragon clan aura; every wisp of breeze carried the will of the dragon race.
However, this suppression posed no threat to him. The surging strange fire within his body naturally circulated, dissolving the binding of the law.
"Ah."
Xu Xiaoyan exclaimed in surprise. She discovered that her martial soul was completely suppressed, all the soul power within her body falling silent, completely unable to be mobilized.
This sudden sense of powerlessness caused her expression to change, and she subconsciously moved closer to Fang Yang.
"Xiaoyan, it's fine." Fang Yang spoke in a deep voice, immediately activating the power of the Golden Dragon King bloodline within his body.
A golden halo enveloped Xu Xiaoyan, shielding her from the law's suppression.
At the same time, silver light shone around Gu Yue and Na'er.
"What is this?"
Xu Xiaoyan looked in surprise at the gold and silver light emanating from the three of them, sensing that the heart-trembling suppression was gradually fading away.
The golden light flickering on Fang Yang's body and the silver light from Gu Yue and Na'er complemented each other. In this final resting place of the dragon race, they seemed to awaken a hint of slumbering aura.
Faint dragon cries came from the air—the residual will of ancient dragons responding to their arrival.
"This is the resting place of the dragon race; it can also be said to be the Dragon Tomb."
Gu Yue's gaze was profound, sweeping over the scattered dragon bones throughout the valley, a flash of pain passing through her eyes. "Each dragon bone represents the passing of a dragon."
Na'er walked before a massive dragon skeleton, gently caressing the cold bones, ripples appearing in her purple eyes: "I can feel... their sorrow, and their unwillingness."
Under the protection of the gold and silver light, Xu Xiaoyan gradually adapted to the environment of Dragon Valley.
Looking at these enormous dragon remains around her, she couldn't help asking: "These dragon bones... why are they here?"
Gu Yue was silent for a moment, a flash of pain passing through her eyes.
She slowly spoke, her voice seeming to come from the distant past: "In ancient times, a great war erupted in the divine realm, and the Dragon God fell."
"With His remaining divine power, He opened the world of Dragon Valley as the final destination of the dragon race."
"Each dragon bone here represents the passing of a dragon, the end of a glorious era."
"This..."
Xu Xiaoyan, hearing this, looked at Gu Yue and Na'er, suddenly understanding something, "Sister Gu Yue, Na'er, you are... spirit beasts?"
"Mm."
Gu Yue nodded lightly, "I am one of the avatars formed after the Dragon God's fall—the Silver Dragon King."
Na'er revealed a faint smile, that smile carrying a hint of bitterness, "I am not. I am merely the emotions that Gu Yue severed."
"But in a certain sense, I can also be considered part of the dragon race."
Xu Xiaoyan's gaze turned to Fang Yang, "Then Fang Yang... you?"
Fang Yang rubbed Xu Xiaoyan's hair, speaking gently: "I am not."
"Wow, I didn't expect Sister Gu Yue, you all are so amazing." Xu Xiaoyan exclaimed in amazement, her eyes flashing with disbelief.
She looked around at the scattered dragon bones, her voice unconsciously lowering: "So this place... is your world."
Gu Yue nodded slightly, a complex light appearing in her black eyes: "Yes, this is the final destination of all dragons."
A faint sorrow permeated the air; those scattered dragon bones seemed to be recounting ancient glory and tragedy.
In this silent valley, time seemed to freeze. Only the wailing sounds when the breeze passed through the dragon bones, like the final sighs of the ancient dragon race.
"Let's go, we should continue forward!" Fang Yang looked toward the depths of Dragon Valley, speaking softly.
"Mm."
Hearing this, Gu Yue nodded and walked first toward the depths of Dragon Valley.
Fang Yang, holding Na'er and Xu Xiaoyan's hands, followed closely behind. Along the way, the further they went, the denser the dragon clouds around them became, colorful thin veils swirling in the sky above.
Countless dragon soul phantoms circled in the air, emitting low dragon cries.
After walking for an unknown duration, the surrounding mist gradually dispersed, and the view ahead suddenly opened up. The group arrived at a massive valley.
The valley was completely sunken inward and downward, so rather than calling it a valley, it was more like a basin.
The end could not be seen in a single glance. In the distance, twilight was heavy with heaven and earth indistinguishable; nearby, thin mist was light with vision hazy, the valley bottom nearly a thousand meters deep.
Countless massive dragon bones covered every corner of the earth. A desolate, extinguished sense of death instantly enveloped everyone's hearts.
Those dragon bones varied in form—some still maintained their postures in life, some had already fragmented into pieces—but without exception, all emitted heart-trembling auras.
"This... is this the Dragon Tomb?"
Xu Xiaoyan's mood was low; the scene below made it difficult to smile.
The so-called empathy for one's kind—though the human race and dragon race were not the same species, they were both among the myriad living beings, sharing a common fate of death.
Seeing these dragons that once soared through the nine heavens now reduced to dry bones, anyone would feel a wave of sorrow.
"Yes."
Gu Yue's voice was low and hoarse.
Na'er remained silent, only tightly holding Fang Yang's hand, her fingertips trembling slightly.
"Let's go down."
Fang Yang spoke in a deep voice, soul power surging slightly within his body.
Black flames appeared out of thin air, flowing like water to envelop the four of them, finally transforming into a slowly rotating black flame lotus.
The lotus petals gently closed, supporting the group, then steadily floated down toward the deep valley bottom.
The land at the valley bottom was very flat. Aside from the countless dragon bones exposed to heaven and earth, there were almost no other protruding features.
The moment Fang Yang and the others set foot on solid ground, the black flame lotus gradually dissipated.
A dragon clan aura far denser and purer than what they had felt above assaulted their faces.
"Should we bury them?" Fang Yang suddenly spoke.
Gu Yue nodded subconsciously, then reacted, "So many dragons, how could you possibly bury them all?!"
Fang Yang directly spoke: "Xuanhuang Burial!"
A deep yellow flame appeared out of thin air. The moment it slowly merged into the ground, the entire earth began to shake.
No, not just the earth—the entire Dragon Valley small world was shaking!
The Xuanhuang Flame spread like ripples. Wherever it passed, the earth seemed to come alive.
Soil churned, slowly swallowing the massive dragon bones one by one.
Those giant dragon remains that had maintained their postures in life gradually sank into the earth within the embrace of the soil.
Gu Yue stared blankly at this scene, tears welling in her eyes.
She could feel that the dragon cries of those dragon souls that sank into the earth finally found peace at this moment.
Na'er spoke softly: "Brother, they are all thanking you."
Xu Xiaoyan watched this shocking scene, unconsciously covering her mouth.
She saw that where those dragon bones sank into the earth, tiny sprouts began to grow—life signs that had never before existed in Dragon Valley.
When the last dragon bone sank into the earth, the entire Dragon Valley fell into unprecedented silence.
The originally barren earth covered with white bones was now dotted with newborn greenery.
A breeze blew past, bringing whistling wind sounds, as if singing a requiem for the departed dragon race.
"Thank you, for letting them rest in peace." Gu Yue turned to look at Fang Yang.
Fang Yang shook his head lightly: "This is what I should do."
Looking toward the depths of the Dragon Tomb, there seemed to be something calling to him.
After burying these dragon remains, he felt that some existence in the depths of Dragon Valley seemed to have been awakened.
The four set off again, treading across the newborn grassland, walking toward the deepest part of Dragon Valley.
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