Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Young Gilas, Sandstorm King!

Chapter 108 Dragon Tomb!

Lin Xia cursed under his breath, frantically channeling his soul power into his legs, while simultaneously slamming his fists downwards!
"Lightning Fist! Flame Fist!"

boom! boom!
Lightning and flames clashed as they crashed into the quicksand vortex below, attempting to blast open a buffer zone.

The shockwave from the explosion did slightly slow the descent, but it also made his blood boil.

In that brief moment of respite, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye—deep within the rapidly collapsing, dust-filled vortex, a point of crimson-gold light was stubbornly pushing upwards!
It's Young Kylas!
It is digging hard from the entrance of the ruins that are about to be completely buried!
It clearly sensed the violent collapse above and the crisis coming from Lin Xia!
One person and one pet, one falling, one soaring upward, are about to meet on the brink of life and death in the rapidly collapsing quicksand abyss!
Just as Lin Xia sensed through his Martial Soul Contract that Young Gilas had broken through the entrance to the ruins and was struggling upwards, the suction force of the quicksand vortex beneath his feet suddenly became incredibly violent!
The strange energy interference was so strong that it almost completely stripped him of his control over the sand!

"not good!"

Warning signs screamed in Lin Xia's heart. He frantically unleashed his soul power to try and stabilize himself, but the suction force seemed to come from the deepest hell, carrying an irresistible power of law!
Boom——! ! !
The glass-like ground beneath our feet shattered and collapsed completely!
Like a kite with a broken string, Lin Xia plummeted into the bottomless abyss of darkness just as the crimson-gold light of Younggilas was about to touch the hem of his clothes!
"Young Base—"

Lin Xia only managed to utter half a shout before her vision was completely swallowed up by the churning sand and endless darkness.

He didn't even see the horrified look in Young Gilas's eyes; he only felt a tremendous spatial tearing force, and his consciousness instantly fell into chaos.

……

I don’t know how long it took, maybe a moment, maybe eternity.

The biting cold and the nauseatingly strong, pungent smell of rust and decay wafted into Lin Xia's nostrils like a cold, venomous snake, forcibly pulling him awake from his unconsciousness.

"Cough...cough..."

The cold air he inhaled carried a strong smell of death, causing him to cough violently.

Lin Xia struggled to prop herself up, feeling as if all her bones were falling apart, and her soul power was extremely sluggish.

He opened his heavy eyelids, and the sight before him made him hold his breath instantly. His pupils contracted sharply, and he seemed to be frozen in place.

The sky was not the azure of the desert or the starry night sky, but a solidified, heavy, and unsettling dark red!
Like a dried-up, boundless sea of ​​blood hanging upside down above the dome, it exudes an aura of oppression, despair, antiquity, and majesty.

There were no sun, moon, or stars, only this blood-red sky casting a dim, eerie light that dyed the earth a desolate dark red.

The earth was not sand or gravel. As far as the eye could see, there were mountains of... bones!
Huge, unimaginable skeletons!

They come in various shapes and sizes; some meander like mountain ranges, stretching for hundreds of meters, with their jagged vertebrae resembling undulating hills.

Some were as large as mountains, their broken ribs resembling towering pillars piercing the blood-red sky.

Some were reduced to hideous heads, their empty eye sockets as deep as abysses, as if still burning with an indomitable fighting spirit.

Some were broken into fragments, scattered into huge bone pieces that shimmered with the luster of jade or metal. The colors of these skeletons were not pale, but rather deep dark gold, ancient bluish-gray, cold silver-white, and even blackish-red with traces of lava flow!
Every bone, regardless of size, exudes a terrifying aura that sends chills down your spine!
That was pure, extreme pressure!

Even though he had long since lost his life, and even though he had endured the erosion of countless years, the majesty and power imprinted deep in his bones, originating from the source of his bloodline, still washed over this space wave after wave, like a tangible tide, and also impacted Lin Xia's fragile senses.

The air was as thick as blood plasma, and the omnipresent, dense, and impenetrable blood energy was like billions of invisible steel needles, irritating his skin and pressing on his heart.

Each breath felt like swallowing scalding hot iron filings, bringing a burning sting and a deep, bone-deep heaviness.

Even though these auras were just naturally diffused and not directed at him, the absolute crushing sense originating from the level of life still made him feel suffocated and insignificant, as if an ant had entered the graveyard of the gods!
"Young Gilas!"

Lin Xia snapped back to reality, suppressing her discomfort, anxiously looked around, and called out in a hoarse voice.

Soon, he spotted the small figure covered in a dark lava shell near a pile of relatively small bone fragments that shimmered with a dark silver luster.

Young Gilas had just woken up from his coma and was rubbing his little head, which had bumped into a bone, with his tiny paws, making a dazed "yoji" sound.

"Youngkiras! Are you alright?"

Lin Xia staggered over and hugged it tightly to examine it carefully.

Apart from its shell being covered in bone meal and dark red dust, and its breathing being somewhat weak, the little guy didn't seem to have suffered any serious damage.

Although the light of the phoenix divine pattern was dim, it still flickered steadily, resisting the terrifying blood energy erosion from the outside world.

This relieved Lin Xia slightly, as the deep binding of the Martial Soul Space Contract protected them during the spatial transfer.

"Yoji..."

Young Gilas rubbed against Lin Xia's hand, its scarlet eyes curiously surveying this completely unfamiliar world, filled with an aura of death and majesty.

It instinctively felt a throbbing from the depths of its blood. The atmosphere here made it feel both inexplicably heavy and oppressive, and also a trace of... indescribable closeness and longing.
In particular, the dense blood energy permeating the air, though violent, contained a factor that made some kind of power within it restless.

Lin Xia put down Young Gilas and began to carefully, with utmost vigilance and awe, examine this deathly world of piled bones.

Lin Xia tried to identify the species of these corpses in life, but found that most of the skeletal shapes were far beyond his knowledge. The known soul beast atlas of Douluo Continent seemed extremely narrow here.

Those skeletons, some hundreds of meters long, exuded such terrifying aura that he had no doubt that these corpses were probably terrifying beings who could easily tear through space and burn mountains and boil seas in their lifetimes!
Is it the legendary...god? Or even higher?
"Where... exactly is this place? The Land of Fallen Gods? Or..."

A terrifying thought uncontrollably entered Lin Xia's mind. Combining the overwhelming corpses, the solidified blood-red sky, and the indescribable ancient pressure, the answer seemed to be on the verge of being revealed—the Dragon Tomb!
Legend has it that this is the final resting place of the dragon race, a forbidden land that buries the remains and spirits of countless ancient dragons!
Only this answer can explain this scene that transcends ordinary understanding!
Just as Lin Xia was deeply shaken and struggling to process this astonishing fact, a sudden change occurred!

(End of this chapter)