Daoying

Chapter 655: Dragon Mirage (2): Dragon Tomb
Half an hour later, Xie Huan went straight out of the Dragon Scale Plain. He stopped several times along the way, following the traces left by the people ahead, and finally arrived at a broken circular valley. It was full of potholes and full of traces of time, like a broken battlefield left over from ancient times.

In the center of the valley, there was a light golden mirage. Xie Huan used his spiritual sense and perception to explore it, but was completely blocked and could not go deeper.

He activated his Eye of Insight and saw some huge outlines appearing in the mirage, like giant pillars, flashing with metallic luster. But upon closer inspection, they were changing shape, as if twisted and reshaped by some force.

Between the giant pillars, there are wisps of light that shuttle through. They are of different colors and interweave into complex patterns, but they seem to be organized according to certain rules.

Occasionally, huge shadows float within these silk threads, but their true appearance has not yet been revealed, and they spread out like ripples on the water.

Xie Huan also saw some "thin flakes" floating inside, with regular patterns flashing on them. When he looked closely, he heard a dragon's roar in his ears.

The only thing he could determine was that this "thin sheet" was dragon scale and it was just a mirage.

“Is there a dragon’s lair in here?”

Xie Huan was startled, so he calmed down, became alert, and walked towards the mirage. As soon as he touched it, a sacred breath hit him in the face.

"It is indeed dragon's breath, extremely pure, yet extremely violent."

Xie Huan activated the golden body of the holy body and stepped inside.

All kinds of light inside pierced his eyes and were all absorbed by the silver light. The mirages became more complex and varied. Xie Huan even saw more than one dragon shadow, as well as mirages of bronze chariots, magic weapons, monks, etc.

The further you go in, the greater the pressure of the dragon's might becomes, even to the point where bits of golden dragon's breath touch your body, making a crackling sound.

At this time, a figure floated towards Xie Huan.

Xie Huan's right pupil flashed with silver light, and he discovered that the figure was actually real, not a mirage, but just a corpse. All the acupoints on its body were blown open, and the flesh and blood were almost gone.

"A cultivator of the Sea Clan, he has been dead for about ten days or half a month. He must have been killed by the might of the dragon."

Xie Huan judged that the cultivation level of this sea cultivator should be only at the peak of Jindan stage, not yet Yuanying stage.

He gently pushed the body aside and continued walking forward.

It is unknown how deep this mirage is. It does not look big from the outside, but it obviously has spatial rules and I don’t know when it will end.

He was not in a hurry and walked forward slowly.

The dragon's might grew stronger as it went deeper, and soon it saw the bodies of Nascent Soul cultivators, all of whom died at about the same time.

"It seems that they all came in after the Hidden Land of Gods was opened."

Xie Huan had some guesses about the place where the gods disappeared. It was probably a continent from the Changkong Realm during the gods’ disappearance era, which was forcibly moved in, or preserved to the present in a peculiar way.

This is why there is the dark abyss that fills the heaven and earth, as well as a large number of strange places, and countless original laws, including fragments of the fairyland and this strange mirage.

Although a large number of top cultivators were attracted by the vibration of the fairyland fragments, there were still many other cultivators of the sea clan and human race who were attracted or trapped in other places in the hidden land.

After an unknown amount of time, the mirage finally faded away, and the real scene in front began to appear in Xie Huan's eyes. As he took the last step, he completely passed out.

What lay before him was a scene of desolation, with collapsed stone pillars and ruins everywhere. The ground was covered with gully-like torn lines, winding and crisscrossing, shocking to the eye, and there were also many abandoned magic weapons half-buried in the dust.

Not far ahead was a huge, ruined altar with a figure swaying on it.

He flew directly up. The top of the altar was a hundred acres in size, with more than thirty people standing there, including humans and sea creatures, divided into two major camps. There were also some people standing alone outside the two major camps.

"Xie Huan!" There was a figure standing alone on the top of the altar. He was overjoyed when he saw Xie Huan and called out immediately.

The gazes of the thirty-odd people were originally all focused on Xie Huan. When they heard that person's shouting, their hearts were shaken and their eyes became extremely sharp.

Xie Huan immediately felt the heat of those thirty plus gazes, which made him feel quite uncomfortable. He flew directly to the side of that person and said with a dark face: "Do you want me to die?"

That person was Long Xiu, who laughed happily and said, "Even if Pan and Wuming die, you won't die, haha."

Clearly in a great mood.

Xie Huan's eyes were fixed on the two people standing at the edge of the altar, wearing eye-catching hell robes that fluttered in the wind.

In the center of the robe of one of them was a golden millstone. Every texture on it looked like the marks of grinding everything. Thousands of suffering victims were tied under the millstone, their faces distorted, full of pain and despair.

On the robe of another person was an oil pan, and the flames and heat waves from it seemed to be blowing towards you, making you feel hot all over at the sight of it.

Inside the frying pan were souls that had been fried to pieces. Several little devils held long forks and cruelly thrust the victims into the frying pan.

The two men also stared at Xie Huan. The man in the Oil Pan Hell robe had two eyes, the same as Xie Huan's. The left eye was a deep dark blue, like an endless deep sea, and the right eye was a bright red gold, like a burning sun.

The eyes of the man in the Stone Mill Hell robe were pure ice blue, like a thousand-year-old cold pond, which could freeze one's soul at a glance.

The two men's spiritual eyes were focused on Xie Huan, but fortunately Xie Huan was already accustomed to being stared at, so he just pretended those glances didn't exist.

"Why is Daoyin here too?"

Xie Huan glanced at the entire audience, then retracted his gaze, then turned his head sideways and asked Long Xiu in a low voice.

These two Daoyin members were obviously new and had never been seen before, but judging from their aura, they were not inferior to those who had appeared before.

However, this hell robe had the effect of blocking spiritual consciousness, and the two of them were deliberately concealing themselves, so Xie Huan was unable to find out the exact depth of the two for a while.

"This place of divine seclusion is not your home. You can come here, but Daoyin can't?"

Long Xiu raised his eyebrows and spoke in a deliberately drawn-out voice.

He glanced at Xie Huan, and at that moment, a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes. He approached Xie Huan inconspicuously and asked in a voice transmission: "Are you injured?"

"It's just so-so, I won't die. What kind of place is this?"

Xie Huan replied calmly.

"Can't die? Then you can deal with these two Dao Yin later."

Long Xiu patted Xie Huan on the shoulder, a hint of teasing appeared on the corner of his mouth, but the relaxed look on his face soon disappeared, and his tone became solemn, and he transmitted his voice: "This is the place where dragons are buried."

"Dragon Grave?"

Xie Huan was slightly startled and subconsciously looked at the altar under his feet. It was exactly as he had guessed.

"You can say that, but this is not an ordinary dragon's tomb. It is the tomb of the first dragon in the world, 'Cang'."

There was an irrepressible excitement in Long Xiu's eyes. He raised his head slightly, his gaze seemed to penetrate time and space, looking far into the distant past, his face full of reverence.

(End of this chapter)