Come On, Son! You Got to Breakthrough Now!-Chapter 1233 - 685: Dragon Corpse

Capítulo 1233: Chapter 685: Dragon Corpse

In the depths of the Forbidden Area, several obscure Divine Thoughts suddenly became panic-stricken.

These were the ancient Heavenly Venerates lurking here—they were barely eking out an existence by clinging to the remnants of the True Dragon’s Dao Rhythm, acutely sensitive to changes in the outside world.

Now, the Forbidden Area was in upheaval, the dragon’s corpse anomaly indicated that the Dao Rhythm they relied on was becoming chaotic, possibly even collapsing!

A Heavenly Venerate broke out of the seal, an elder clad in tattered bronze armor, his face withered like a mummy, his eye sockets burning with two dark green ghostly flames.

He was a Seven Tribulation Heavenly Venerable, having lurked here for over thirty million years, kept alive only by the Forbidden Technique’s seal. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

“Who dares trespass into the Forbidden Area, disturbing Dragon Venerate’s rest!”

The elder in bronze armor shouted sternly, his voice rough and grating like grinding sand, yet still carrying the majesty of a Heavenly Venerate.

No one answered.

The elder’s Divine Thought frantically scanned the surroundings, and finally, he saw it.

In the core of the Forbidden Area, directly above the deepest chasm, stood a dark figure with hands behind his back.

Around this figure, there was no aura leaking out, as if he were a mortal, yet he stood suspended in the void, above an abyssal chasm, from which spewed an extremely cold dragon’s breath, capable of freezing the Heavenly Venerate Divine Soul.

Yet he did not move at all.

The ghostly flames in the elder’s pupils suddenly contracted.

He could not recognize who that was—having lurked for eons, he knew nothing of the outside world.

But he recognized that aura.

It was disregard.

The dark figure didn’t even glance at him.

It wasn’t contempt, nor disdain, but genuine, complete disregard—like the Heavenly Dao overlooking ants, where the birth and death of all things are merely natural laws, why bother looking?

The elder stood frozen.

His Divine Thought told him he should strike, should expel the intruder, should maintain the order of the Forbidden Area.

But his instincts—that instincts honed through countless life-and-death battles over the long years warned him frantically.

Escape.

Escape immediately.

Escape at all costs!

Meanwhile, from deeper within the Forbidden Area, other lurking Heavenly Venerates were also being startled one by one.

A crimson blood glow burst out from an ancient palace made of piled white bones, transforming into a young man in a blood robe, with an eerie and sinister appearance.

His aura was icy, surrounded by a thick smell of blood, clearly a dark Heavenly Venerate who prolonged his lifespan by plundering living beings’ Essence Blood.

“The anomaly of the Dragon Venerate’s remains… could there be an opportunity emerging?”

The young man in the blood robe’s eyes sparkled with a mix of greed and vigilance.

He had less than three million years of life left, if he couldn’t seize a breakthrough opportunity, he would have to initiate a dark turmoil.

But in the current End of Dharma Era, the Heavenly Dao’s suppression was the most severe, the risks of initiating turmoil far exceeded before.

If there truly was an opportunity, he would go all out to seize it.

However, when his gaze fell upon the core of the Forbidden Area, on that dark figure, his greed instantly froze.

He “couldn’t” discern the depth of that shadow.

It wasn’t that it was indistinct or unfathomable, but rather—that nothing was there.

As if that figure was merely a projection, an illusion, not existing in this world.

Yet the dragon’s roar still echoed, the chasm still expanded, the Forbidden Area still rioted.

All of this was telling him: that figure was real, and was the source of all these anomalies.

The blood drained from the face of the young man in the blood robe.

He had lived for eons, never encountering such a bizarre presence.

More figures emerged from different parts of the Forbidden Area, all ancient Heavenly Venerates who had lurked here, the weakest among them at Six Tribulations, the strongest at the Peak of Eight Tribulations.

They all gazed at the core of the Forbidden Area, gazed at that dark figure.

Then, they all fell silent.

No one acted.

No one spoke.

These old monsters who had lived for tens of millions of years, perhaps greedy, perhaps crazy, perhaps willing to go to any lengths to extend their lives.

But they were not foolish.

That figure felt different to them from any past intruders.

In the past, those Heavenly Venerates who entered the Forbidden Area, either seeking opportunity, challenging themselves, prepared or stumbling into a dead end.

But they all had one common trait—they could be measured, could be evaluated, could be judged.

And this figure in front of them…

Could not be measured.

Could not be evaluated.

Could not be judged.

He simply stood there, like a heavenly crevasse.

“Roar————!!!”

The dragon’s roar began anew, more violent, more hurried than before!

The extremely cold dragon’s breath spewing from the chasm suddenly intensified, grayish-white cold air erupted like raging waves, where it passed, the void froze, white bones shattered, even light was frozen into icy crystals, falling like sifting snow!

The lurking Heavenly Venerates’ faces changed collectively, retreating frantically, those who couldn’t avoid in time, half of their bodies were instantly covered in frost, their Dao bodies nearly frozen!

“The Dragon Venerate’s remains… are about to emerge!”

Someone exclaimed in shock.

The next moment.

The abyssal chasm exploded violently!

A dragon head black as ink and vast as a mountain slowly rose from the chasm!

What a dragon head it was—

The dragon’s horns were sharp like swords piercing the void, each one spanning a thousand feet, the horn covered with ancient and mysterious patterns, which were the Innate Dao Patterns passed down through generations of the True Dragon clan, containing supreme power to command the Heaven and Earth Laws.

The dragon’s eyes were tightly shut, yet even with closed lids, the eye sockets emitted a dark golden light as cold as a hellish abyss—that was the last resolute battle spirit of the True Dragon Supreme before its fall, lingering for eons, unextinguished for eons.

The dragon’s mouth slightly opened, interlocking fangs as white as forest, each fang like a Divine Sword or Heavenly Blade, their tips stained with darkened blood, scars left from its final battle in life.

Dragon whiskers swayed like flood dragons, each strand thousands of feet long, gently brushing across the void, causing ripples to spread like water’s surface.

Merely a dragon’s head, yet it dominated most of the sky!