This was a massive abyss, a colossal pit filled with the remains of countless dragons, their corpses stacked upon one another like towering mountains. Among the fallen were dragons from the Nine Heavens, as well as those from beyond this realm. The pit resembled a vast burial ground, an eerie monument to a war long fought and lost. On the periphery of this graveyard, countless figures, like ants in comparison to the titanic remains, toiled to drag the fallen dragons. Among them, only a small fraction belonged to the Evil Dragon Clan. The majority were foreign draconic beings, exuding an aura both sinister and otherworldly. At the very heart of this mountain of corpses, a gathering of powerful figures sat in a tight circle. Even with Dragon Dust’s composure, the sight of them sent a chill down his spine. Tens of thousands of warriors, each possessing the terrifying might of nine hundred and ninety-nine Emperor Flames, filled the air with suffocating pressure. The sheer scale of th...