Dragons, these legendary divine beasts, actually appeared right before their eyes.

Everyone was stunned.

Even Zhao Han, who was usually not very talkative, showed a look of shock: "Is this... the legendary dragon?"

Looking at the two divine dragons coiled at the center of the tomb chamber, Hua Xian'er whispered, "Why aren't they moving at all? Could it be they haven't noticed us?"

"Don't move yet, let's see what's going on first," the Black Feathered Chicken said in a deep voice.

No one moved, silently watching the two divine dragons in the tomb chamber. Although they were coiled, their dragon bodies appeared to be a hundred meters long. If the dragon bodies were to stretch out, they would definitely resemble two long walls of steel.

After a few minutes, the Black Feathered Chicken cautiously said, "Why aren't they moving at all?"

"Could they already be dead?" Chen Nan suggested.

"I'll go take a look."

With caution, the Black Feathered Chicken stepped forward, moving towards the two divine dragons.

After carefully inspecting them up close, it nodded and said, "Kid, you're right. They really are dead. There's no sign of life on them. They're just two dragon corpses."

Dragon corpses!

Everyone was dumbfounded. The divine dragon, such a mythical creature, existing above all beings as a deity, could actually die.

Seeing their astonished expressions, the Black Feathered Chicken said, "What's there to be surprised about? Dragons are just a species. If their cultivation isn't enough, they too will experience birth, aging, illness, and death, just like any other. They're not as mystical as the myths suggest, being undying and imperishable."

Everyone looked at the Black Feathered Chicken, saying, "You seem to know quite a lot?"

"Nonsense, dragons are also a race within our Demon Clan, just extremely rare. They should be extinct now," explained the Black Feathered Chicken.

"These dragon scales are definitely great materials for refining magic treasures. I'm going to peel off a couple of pieces."

Looking at the two dragon corpses, Zhao Han couldn't help but rub his hands together, grabbing a flying sword in his grasp and heading toward one of the corpses.

The Black Feathered Chicken exclaimed, "This is outrageous, don't move!"

Zhao Han turned back, puzzled, "Why not? What's wrong?"

"According to the ancient books of my Demon Clan, generally speaking, the dragon's cultivation is proportional to the size of its body. A dragon body about sixty meters long would have a cultivation at the Tongtian Ten Layers. The two dragon corpses before us are over a hundred meters long, and their cultivation definitely surpassed the Heavenly Passage Realm."

Zhao Han said, "If their strength is that great, then these scales are even better materials for artifact refining!"

"The Dragon Clan is known as the King of the Hundred Clans, the royalty among the demon clans, and they value dignity immensely. Even in death, they would never allow anyone to desecrate their corpses. Hence, the Dragon Clan has a secret technique. Before dying, they condense a powerful force within. If anyone violates their corpse, this force will shatter the body and explode, destroying everything around it."

Neither Zhao Han nor Hua Xian'er, nor even Chen Nan, seemed entirely convinced: "They're dead, yet still have this ability. Are you kidding?"

"That's how it's recorded in the ancient books. Unless it's a divine dragon killed and unable to use the secret technique before dying. The two dragon corpses before us clearly didn't die in battle, so they wouldn't have forgotten to guard their own bodies before dying."

"Thump..."

Suddenly that dull sound resounded again, shaking the tomb chamber.

"If this is a heartbeat, why is there such a long interval between beats?" Chen Nan wondered.

The Black Feathered Chicken shook its head, pointing inside: "The sound is coming from that direction, which means there's definitely another chamber inside. Do you want to take a look?"

The three and the chicken continued to walk inside.

Passing by the two dragon corpses, Zhao Han felt an itch in his heart: "Such good artifact refining materials, really a pity."

"If you lose your life, what's the use of these materials anyway?" The Black Feathered Chicken retorted with annoyance.

"Don't rush, we just entered and there's already two divine dragon corpses. Inside, there must be even better things," Chen Nan patted Zhao Han's shoulder, and looked at the Black Feathered Chicken, saying, "Dead chicken, can you now conjecture who the owner of this ancient tomb is?"

After pondering for a moment, the Black Feathered Chicken said, "Those two dragon corpses outside were most likely guardians of this ancient tomb, but after endless years, their lifespan ended."

Everyone looked surprised: "Divine dragons with a cultivation beyond the Heavenly Passage Realm, and they're just the gatekeepers? Are you sure?"

"There's a ninety percent chance."

The Black Feathered Chicken was silent for a moment, then seriously said, "To command such loyalty from divine dragons, if I'm not mistaken, the tomb's owner is likely the emperor of the Dragon Clan — the Dragon Emperor!"

Dragon Emperor!

Everyone's hearts found it hard to remain calm.

If it is as the Black Feathered Chicken says, then the treasures within this tomb must surely be plentiful.

However, the tomb of such a powerful being must have strong defenses. Even if there are treasures, they would likely be difficult to obtain, akin to the earlier dragon corpses where even the scales couldn't be peeled.

Through a corridor leading deeper into the tomb chamber, everyone arrived at another chamber.

This chamber had no dragon corpses, only scattered pieces of debris on the ground, each piece as large as a table, resembling oversized fish scales.

"This... could these be dragon scales?" Zhao Han wiped his eyes, his face showing both surprise and joy.

The Black Feathered Chicken exclaimed, "Oh heavens, these dragon scales are three times the size of those on the dragon corpses outside!"

"These are definitely top-grade materials for artifact refining!"

Excited, Zhao Han rushed over, intending to grab a dragon scale, but just then, a "thump" sounded again, the powerful heartbeat resounding, causing the earth to shake violently.

Everyone was shaken, swaying for a few seconds before calming down.

"The reaction is getting more intense, it seems this heartbeat is coming from nearby," the Black Feathered Chicken said in a deep voice.

"Whatever, let's grab a few dragon scales first," Zhao Han said.

Exerting all his strength, Zhao Han managed to barely pick up a dragon scale after much effort.

The dragon scale, though only the size of a table, was as heavy as a mountain. He expended great effort to barely store it in his storage ring.

The Black Feathered Chicken and Hua Xian'er were not idle either, stepping forward to collect dragon scales.

Such treasures were absolutely things that would make countless great sects envious.

Originally, Chen Nan also intended to collect dragon scales, but when he drew closer, something else caught his attention—

It was likewise a scale.

However, this scale was only palm-sized, completely black, and its tip was sharp like a sword's edge. It looked somewhat different from the other scales, seemingly more ordinary, but perhaps precisely because of this, it made Chen Nan feel it was unique.

Chen Nan stepped forward, reaching out to grab the scale, intending to lift it up.

But to his surprise, this palm-sized small scale was even heavier than those the size of a table. With his attempt, he couldn't move it an inch!

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