The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6124

Sky Dragon Valley lay hidden in the depths of a vast mountain range several thousand miles north of Cloudhaven City.

Ancient Draconian forebears had buried the place beneath layer upon layer of prohibitions. Mist rolled through the year, and a silvery spirit fog clung like gauze, sealing the valley from every prying eye.

Even if an ordinary cultivator flew past ten million times, they would take the spot for a barren ridge choked with demon beasts, never guessing that the clouds concealed a Draconian refuge whose heritage could rock the entire Fourteenth Firmament.

Jared followed Hadrian and the other Draconian powerhouses, stepping one barrier at a time through those obscure, overlapping wards from antiquity.

Each veil he crossed thickened the surrounding spirit energy, and the ancient pressure in the air grew correspondingly heavier.

When the final, faintly gold curtain of light faded before him, he at last set foot inside the sanctuary whispered of only in legends.

The vista that unfurled made him pause for a heartbeat, a brief flash streaking through his eyes despite the composure he normally wore.

Mountains curved like protective arms, lifting a vast, open basin in the center.

Overhead hung no ordinary sky, but clouds forged from pure, concentrated draconic energy—golden masses that drifted and churned as though alive.

The force leaking from those clouds rolled as wide as an ocean and as old as prehistory; just staring up set one's pulse quaking and urged the body to bow.

Below, pavilions and towers stood row on row, stretching in every direction.

Their design diverged completely from the ornate palaces of human cultivators; no delicate carvings, yet every beam declared a Draconian grandeur both rugged and expansive.

Most halls were raised from millennium-old timber and ten-millennium spirit jade. Columns bore countless dragon engravings, each stroke carrying a fragment of the Great Way, with a hushed dragon's roar echoing inside the grain.

Ridges undulated in the distance; spirit springs murmured; exotic flowers and herbs carpeted the ground. A subtle dragon-musk floated through the air, and every inch of soil held the distilled power of a Dragon Vein.

Farther out at the edge of the sky, several dragons nearly 1,000 yards long uncoiled and wheeled between the peaks.

Their scales threw back blinding light, talons tore through cloud banks, and sweeping tails brushed the mountains. Each long, mournful roar shook the very void and proclaimed the supreme authority of an ancient beast.

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