Chapter 182 (1/2)

Chapter 182: Dragon Slaying Canyon!

Beneath the palace was a broad canyon of cliffs, wide and deep, stretching to infinity.

The inner canyon was a mixture of craggy and pointy rocks, and the chambers were packed with other columns of rock.

Overhead was a giant disc of light. At first glance, it looked like a bright moon rising in the dark sky of the night. But upon closer look, it was just a round man-made moon, in the shape of a full moon. It was like a legendary luminous pearl – although no one had ever seen such a large luminous pearl.

The rays emitted from the pearl were not bright enough; it was unable to fully illuminate the endless stretch of canyon. Many places remained dark, gloomy, like h.e.l.l itself.

Surrounding the canyon were more than ten giant statues of deities.

Each statue was carved from a small cliff. These deity statues stacked into a ring like formation, surrounding and protecting a raised platform at the base of the canyon.

Each deity statue’s hand was gripping onto a dark, thick chain that flashed with gloomy rays of light. Although the materials that created the tremendous chain were not obvious, but it looked as if it had been through tens of thousands of years without showing any signs of decay whatsoever.

The metal chains hanged down, with the end supporting a giant skull the height of a small mountain.

The giant skull had neither flesh nor blood, and even its facial features were unclear. The bones, dense and solid, exuded a majestic yet frightening demeanour of a king. The pressure it exhibited seemed like it would force a person to sink to their knees at the mere sight of it.

It’s not the head of a tiger, bear or an unknown monster.

Anyone who saw it would subconsciously call out its name: dragon.

Traveling through clouds and summoning rain, sending dragon breath through the imperial water, they can overturn rivers and sea, set cities ablaze.

The strongest race in the world: the dragon race.

The giant black chain in the hands of deities tightly secured the skull, preventing the dragon skull from dropping or escaping. It was easy to imagine just how much the dragon had struggled and the pain it had suffered when it was alive.

Right under the skull, was a huge platform.

Above the high platform was a huge rock. On top of the rock was a bra.s.s-coloured axe.

The axe was s.h.i.+ning, the edge of the blade stained with splashes of dark-red blood. It seemed it has not been used for a while.d

Raging and rumbling blood-like red waves were beneath the high platform.

It seemed like it was a tributary of Nujiang, although looked more like a giant pool of dragon’s blood. The stench of fish that Li Muyang and Lu Qiji smelled along the way orginated from here.

“Dragon beheading platform.” Lu Qiji muttered. She looked at the giant skull, then down at the pool of blood bubbling like flames beneath her feet, her eyes widening in disbelief. “They beheaded the dragon race here?”

Thinking of this, her eyes darted to Li Muyang’s face, wanting to watch his att.i.tude toward this scene.

Li Muyang’s mind flooded with emotions, grief and indignation.

He was devastated, as if his family was ma.s.sacred. What he could see was only the remains of a battlefield and the rotting corpses that resulted from the ma.s.sacre.

He originally thought it was something irrelevant to him. He thought it was only a skull——a skull that did not belong to his friend or relatives from tens of thousand years ago.

He did not want to be upset, did not want to be stricken with grief. He did not want to show any abnormality to Lu Qiji.

But he could not control himself.

Why did it affect his mood and emotions so much?

He wanted to say something, only to find that his throat was blocked.

He felt a boundless hostility to vent, but did not know what he could do.