Shadows of trees swayed. Glimpses of the extraordinarily large tombs were visible. There were no monoliths erected, however, in front of each tomb stood a pair of gigantic dragon horns.
There were only seven or eight tombs, yet their vast boundaries were an indication that the dragons buried here held significant status within their race. After all, the Dragon Clan was no small pack, yet only a few had the privilege to be buried here.
Could it be that the Old Dragon foresaw his impending demise and wished to bury himself here? This suspicion reinforced Xiao Chen's belief that the dragon held an extraordinary identity.
On that day, when the Dead City of Dragon Island emerged, dragon horns had rammed into the city. Xiao Chen wondered if those were the ones buried here. As he looked at the pairs of giant horns, he coveted them. They were indeed top-ranked treasures; if any artifact refiner from the Cultivation World were to see them, they would surely go insane.
