Battling Di Yi

"A dragon's tomb?"

Upon hearing Zhang Ruochen's words, everyone's gaze once again focused on the hill in the distance. Under closer inspection, it indeed looked like a dragon's tomb from where they stood.

"If it's a Dragon Tomb, maybe the Golden Dragon from 800 years ago is buried at the foot of it." Duanmu Xingling's eyes lit up and her eyelashes fluttered. It was impossible to guess what she was thinking.

Huang Yanchen said, "Even if we know for sure that Dragon Sarira is at the foot of the hill, so what? We can't get even one step closer to the hill."

"That might not be true."

Zhang Ruochen looked at the dragon horn in his hand and said, "The humans and savage beasts died at the foot of the hill because they woke the dragon soul inside the hill. Their souls were shattered by the breath of the soul."

Although the Golden Dragon had died, its soul had not dissipated.