Cultivation Online

1938  Ancient Monolith

After hearing Feng Yuxiang's words, Yuan expanded the range of his divine sense. Although he kept it active at all times, he usually limited its scope to avoid distracting others—or worse, being mistaken for spying, a common source of conflict among cultivators.

Several hundred miles away, Yuan's divine sense locked onto a large gathering of individuals. They were unmistakably dragons—humanoid in form but marked by prominent horns and swaying dragon tails.

There were around twenty of them, split into two distinct factions. One group was dressed in elegant white and gold robes, radiating a noble aura. The other wore black and light blue garments, their presence colder and more ominous.

"The Holy Dragon Clan has monopolized the Dragon Spiral Mountain for far too long!" One of the black and blue-clothed individuals shouted angrily. "Shut up! We've been protecting the Dragon Spiral Mountain since the Primordial Era! What right do you have to tell us to leave?!"

"That's right, you greedy bastards!"

"Your intentions for wanting the Dragon Spiral Mountain aren't good, either! We'll never hand it over to you!"

The gold-robed individuals responded.

"Young Master, should we intervene?" Feng Yuxiang asked Yuan.