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"Space is chaotic here. Those who entered together might not have taken the same path," Looking around, Yan Zhaoge did not see the figures of Soul Shocking Island's Liu Shuo and the others.
However, it was precisely because space was chaotic that this barrier was actually able to remain stable amidst the chaotic space of the dragon tomb, not being swept along by the flow as it displayed a shocking miraculous power.
While only a skeleton remained within the barrier, from his clothes, Yan Zhaoge recognised him with a single glance as that black-clothed middle-aged martial practitioner who had once come to the underwater cave of the Star Shifting Sea and come into contact with the beam of the Divine Palace before finally leaving.
Thinking of how this black-clothed martial practitioner had once been full of ambition, wanting to open the dragon tomb before turning back to deal with the beam of the Divine Palace once more, yet dying here in the end, Yan Zhaoge could not help but feel a little emotional.
With just a thought from Yan Zhaoge, the Northern Ocean Clone extended a palm, grabbing that barrier.
The barrier hovering amidst the chaotic space did not resist external forces as it was sucked into the Northern Ocean Clone's palm.
Seeing this, Yan Zhaoge was even more certain, "It is a treasure that specifically deals with time and space. Being able to resist such chaotic space, it should be able to resist the destruction of the power of dimensions as well. This person might really have 'descended' from the World beyond Worlds."
The source of the barrier's power was a paper fan in the hands of the white bones.
As Yan Zhaoge took the paper fan, a will emanated from within. As Yan Zhaoge intercepted it, a voice seemed to resound within his mind.
"I overestimated myself, underestimating this burial ground of numerous dragons. I deserve to die here today. I only have myself to blame, I only have myself to blame!"
"What power does the sacrificial sacrifice of numerous dragons truly possess? It truly possesses the power to annihilate the world. Yet, this Vast Ocean World will have to suffer a tribulation along with it."
"I cannot return to the World beyond Worlds at the end of the day. Born in the dim darkness, to return to the dim darkness, death is not frightening. It is just a pity that I cannot see the destruction of these traitors of the Radiant Light Sect. Regretful, regretful!"
These must be the will of the black-clothed martial practitioner before his death. Pondering for a moment, Yan Zhaoge thought, "It is indeed so. I still have to be extremely careful in this dragon tomb. Otherwise, I might be completely wiped out at any time, even leading to the destruction of the entire Vast Ocean World."
Ever since Yan Zhaoge had come to the Vast Ocean World and understood the situation here, he had always had a question in his heart.
The flow of time in the Vast Ocean World was around five times faster than in the Eight Extremities World.
In other words, following the Great Calamity, the history of the Vast Ocean World had been much longer than that of the Eight Extremities World.
Under such circumstances, the development of the martial civilisation here was not as prosperous as that of the Eight Extremities World, even being slightly inferior.
Afterwards, he had discovered that there were much fewer martial legacies and legacies of pre-Great Calamity times here than in the Eight Extremities World.
Many of the martial arts inheritances here were studied by the martial artists themselves. Undoubtedly, they had to take many detours and wrong paths, so it was normal for them to be slower.
However, according to the legends of the Vast Ocean World, other than that legendary Great Calamity, there had also been many great catastrophes that had occurred in the heavens and the earth, each time bringing about innumerable deaths and injuries, causing the human race of the Vast Ocean World to appear to have withered. However, the reason for this was unclear as it had been lost in the long river of history.
At this moment, Yan Zhaoge somewhat understood that the Vast Ocean World that had been plagued with so many disasters might be because this world was the closest to the heavens and earth of the dragon tomb, having also suffered many tribulations as a result.
Looking at that white skeleton, he sighed slightly.
This black-clothed middle-aged martial practitioner was probably not the only one who had entered the dragon tomb in search of treasures yet failed. Meanwhile, every single failure could bring calamity to the Vast Ocean World.
Perhaps the Glacial Dragon Martial Saint who had come over from the Eight Extremities World was one of them?
Thinking like this, Yan Zhaoge's expression grew even more solemn.
He lowered his head to look at the ancient, cold abyss down below, pondering in silence.
Hearing Yan Zhaoge's explanation, Gao Tianzhong and the others all exchanged looks.
Yan Zhaoge began appraising the folding fan in his hand, carefully feeling it for a moment before realising, "So the handle of the fan is forged from World Wood. No wonder it can protect one from the power of dimensions as they pass through the wounds of the heavens!"
"With this, even before reaching the fourth level of the Martial Saint realm, one would still be able to find a way to head to the World beyond Worlds." Yan Zhaoge stroked the handle of the fan, "Still, having established the barrier in this dragon tomb for such a long time, its spiritual energy has virtually been depleted completely. If we want to make use of it, some planning will still be required."
Yan Zhaoge opened the paper fan, seeing a few simple strokes on its surface that seemed to contain a profound concept of the martial dao.
"So it is the concept of the primordial darkness of the universe amidst the intermingling of light and dim. It is rather high class. Still, it should have developed after the Great Calamity as there are some traces of the dao tradition of the Dim Radiant Sect of before the Great Calamity."
"Oh, wait, he mentioned the Radiant Light Sect just now. It is also a power of the World beyond Worlds? His tone was rather resentful. From the looks of it, light and darkness are opposing each other? Could it be that the dao tradition of the Dim Radiant Sect has split into light and darkness? "
Seeing the 'Dim Darkness Sect's Liang Zhichao' inscribed on the fan, many thoughts and guesses instantly arose within Yan Zhaoge's mind.
The deep abyss of darkness down below seemed endless. As Yan Zhaoge's group traversed it, time quickly flowed by.
It was just that amidst these multiple layers of space that were fast at times whilst slow at others, it was hard to tell exactly how many days, months or even years had passed.
As they traversed here, Yan Zhaoge and the others even encountered martial practitioners of other sects, some of whom were allies, some of whom were enemies, some of whom brushed past.
The further they went, the more they could feel that the martial practitioners of the Vast Ocean World, Gao Tianzhong and Changli Mountain included, were gradually feeling rather restless and uneasy.
They had been in the depths of the dragon tomb for too long. Lingering within, they were also unable to determine how much time had passed in the outside world. If chaos arose in the Vast Ocean World, it would be hard for them to deal with it.
While the various sects had all made arrangements before entering, having prepared sufficient forces at their headquarters, not fearing that others would turn around and launch a sneak attack on them.
The most mysterious, inscrutable Evil Saint Lin Qiancheng had also already been slain by Yan Zhaoge.
However, if things went on like this, it would be very hard to say if some unforeseen events might occur.
Yan Zhaoge and the others had even already seen some people attempting to retrace their steps and leave the dragon tomb.
After advancing for who knew how long, just feeling the temperature of the deep abyss gradually dropping to the point that even Essence Talisman Martial Grandmasters found it hard to bear, Yan Zhaoge's heart suddenly jolted slightly.
He vaguely felt a somewhat familiar aura, originating from the old residence of the Glacial Dragon Martial Saint back in the Eight Extremities World.
Yan Zhaoge's spirits rose as he controlled the yellow dragon to descend even more rapidly.
The deep abyss of darkness before them finally gradually reached its end.
Meanwhile, what appeared before them was a shocking scene.
Dragons, they were all dragons.
Not scaly dragons, not hornless dragons, not horned dragons, not any mixed-blood dragons. They were all true dragons.
Thousands of them, it was hard to tell just how many there were.
The scales and claws of the numerous dragons flickered, vivid and lifelike as their majestic, blazing blood qi intermingled with the destructive death qi that caused one's heart to palpitate, resembling a vast, vast ocean.
All the dragons seemed to still be alive, yet did not move in the slightest as they stood at the bottom of the ancient, cold abyss. (To be continued.)
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