“For example, the likes of Coiled Dragons are nothing but hedonistic fools, and their sub- lineage, the Obsidian Dragons, are even worse. They are obsessed with lustful desires, thinking only of debauchery all the time. They’ve tarnished the Draconians’ reputation because of their utter shamelessness.
If I ever come across any of the Obsidian Dragons, I’ll kill every single one of them without any hesitation. It’ll be best if all of them are exterminated!” The middle-aged man was beside himself with rage, his hatred toward the Obsidian Dragons evident.
Jared’s scalp tingled as he listened. He had never imagined the Draconians to have such complex relationships. It seems every species is susceptible to changes happening throughout history, ultimately resulting in internal strife. The same goes for humanity. Biological siblings, over time, can become strangers, even enemies!
Recalling the altar seal, Jared asked, “Sir, someone placed a seal here. I’m wondering if it’s to restrain you?”
The middle-aged man shook his head and replied, “How could it be? I’m nothing more than a wisp of soul remnant now. Even how long I’ll remain is uncertain, so why would anyone bother sealing me? Millions of immortals, demons, and celestial beasts fell on this battlefield. If I could retain a fragment of my soul remnant, who can guarantee others didn’t do the same? Who can be sure no beings are still alive and lingering here?”
Clarity washed over Jared at that. This seal arcane array isn’t for an individual but for the entire ancient battlefield! After all, those who could show up on this ancient battlefield must’ve been exceptional beings. If any of them survive, or their divine soul remains, and they manage to escape, it’ll spell disaster for the entire Ethereal Realm. After all, any of these beings could make a significant impact on the Ethereal Realm with the slightest effort. “Sir, are you-”
The middle-aged man’s figure flickered. Realizing that his time was dwindling, he said to Jared, “That’s enough. Stop asking questions. Hurry up and absorb all the draconic energy here. After this, I’ll give you a gift.”
Jared nodded and activated the draconic essence within him, voraciously absorbing the surrounding draconic energy.
Watching Jared’s relentless absorption, the middle-aged man was slightly taken aback. “As expected of the Golden Dragon lineage. How powerful!”
While Jared was drawing in the draconic energy, the others also began to fall from the hole one after the other.
However, among them, some had already died during the fall as they had been killed by the evil spirits, while others who landed on the shore were smashed into a pulp..
The lucky ones landed in the water. Deeply horrified, Cloud panted heavily and uttered, “Mr. Daemon, thank you so much. If it weren’t for your push, I would’ve also turned into a mass of gore.”
During the plummet, he had been unconscious of his surroundings. It was Montane Daemon who had come to his senses and shoved Cloud, allowing the latter to drop into the water.
“Enough of that. Let’s find Mr. Chance. This place is too eerie.” At that moment, Montane Daemon was concerned about Jared’s safety.
Thud! Thud!
Zordey, Fayzon, and the others also fell headlong into the water. Many were stunned by the faint red hue of the seawater around them.
They couldn’t fathom why the seawater of the Night Sea, which was clearly black, was pale- red there. As they soaked, they felt spiritual energy rushing into their bodies..
Soon, some cultivators, assuming they had found a spirit spring, started absorbing the spiritual energy with all their might int excitement.
Zordey and Fayzon swam to the shore as they weren’t interested in the spirit spring. What piqued their interest were magical items.
However, when they looked below and saw the piles of bones, a shiver ran down their spines. None of them had ever witnessed such a gruesome scene. How many had to die to result in this sea of bones?
