Unlike the other places in the Dragon Palace, this hall seems to have an indescribable antiquity, a sense of historical vicissitudes, and a sense of historical sedimentation and heaviness. The slightly mottled appearance seems to be telling a history that no one knows.
Above this palace, there is a plaque with words that are powerful, extraordinary, but absolutely unfamiliar.
"That is ancient demon writing, the first kind of writing in the world. It says: Imperially bestowed Yingzhou East China Sea Dragon King Palace. This palace was passed down from ancient times. It was bestowed by the Demon King in ancient times, before the demons ruled the earth and the human race rose."
Li Xian keenly grasped a piece of information: "In ancient times, empires already existed?"
Ao Qingxue shook her head slightly, "It's a little different. At that time, it was a feudal system. The Demon King lived in the center of heaven and earth, on the top of Kunlun Mountain. The world was divided into 81 continents of demon kings and 81 sea dragon kings. Nowadays, the human race uses the imperial system, and the power of a country is concentrated in one monarch. But the current form of the human empire, the form of gathering luck through the empire, was discovered and evolved from the information left by the demon race."
At this point, Ao Qingxue suddenly sighed, "Who would have thought that millions of years later, it would be the human race, which was the least capable and the most cowardly at the time, that would dominate the world."
As he spoke, Ao Qingxue pushed open the door; it was a chaos inside the door, and nothing could be seen clearly. Li Xian followed Ao Qingxue into the door, and suddenly his eyes changed, and a complete, vibrant world appeared in front of him.
Li Xian was surprised. He looked around and found himself in the blue sea and sky, standing on an island with lush greenery and upside-down waterfalls. However, this island was not on the water, but floating in the air.
The water flowed down three thousand feet, stirring up waves hundreds of feet high on the sea surface below; there seemed to be thousands of huge black shadows lurking in the sea water. Each black shadow had a huge aura rising into the sky, with reluctance and helplessness, but it seemed to lack vitality and agility.
In this place, Li Xian felt depressed and insignificant.
The most important thing is that there seems to be heavy pressure here, which makes Li Xian, a master in the early Nascent Soul stage, unable to fly.
Ao Qingxue's voice was slow and full of unspeakable sadness: "This is a cave. In ancient times, a powerful demon god could refine a small world and form a cave. This is the real Dragon King's Palace. The black shadow below is the remains of the dragon clan from past generations. The dragon clan is full of essence, and in order to prevent the remains of their ancestors from being destroyed by outsiders, they can only be placed here."
Li Xian looked down and felt overwhelmed for a moment.
Ao Qingxue led Li Xian forward, and when they turned a hill, they saw a magnificent building. What kind of building was this? The mountain was completely hollowed out, a real palace carved out of the mountain; inside, three huge dragons were sleeping soundly; but the three dragons were covered with scars, some of their horns were even broken, and the dragon scales on some parts of their bodies had disappeared, with only unstoppable blood dripping.
There are three divine dragons, one red gold, one golden yellow, and one silver white.
As if sensing the arrival of Li Xian, an outsider, the red-gold dragon suddenly opened its eyes, and its eyes, which were bigger than Li Xian's, emitted a hazy light. Just by being looked at by these eyes, Li Xian felt as if his whole body was frozen and his soul was solidified.