Chapter 781: Chapter 623: Dragon Palace

“This shouldn’t be.”

The Sword Master Funiu was searching the area repeatedly.

It is important to know that the passage they were currently in wasn’t truly a road but a fragmented space carved out by a special force within a space crevice.

The connection of spaces is the most mysterious. According to previous speculations, the dragon that fled from the Western World, while gravely injured, had forcibly created a space passage.

Its destination might not have been Everworld but merely stumbled into Everworld aimlessly.

If it had died here, it would have at least left a corpse, or even if it entered another space, there would be some traces, instead of nothingness like now.

The passage was sealed, the surrounding appeared incredibly intact.

“Could it be that it exhausted its energy here but recovered after some time, and then returned the way it came, reentering the Western World?” Sword Master Funiu proposed a conjecture.

But he quickly rejected it himself.

“Wrong, the energy fluctuations at the starting point don’t match. If it had been two impacts, we probably wouldn’t have had the chance to come here.”

His gaze sharpened.

“Concealed around here, or perhaps it entered another world through some other crevice we don’t know of.”

“Should we wait a bit?” Roger suggested.

Not long ago, before they entered the tomb of the Atlas Clansmen, they also faced a desperate situation.

At that time, the entire space underwent folding and restructuring like scattered chess pieces, impossibly creating a possibility, opening up a crevice that led to the tomb.

Roger speculated that it was because of such violent spatial changes that the accident in the tomb was triggered.

And this was likely not a coincidence but might be cyclical, or at least should happen frequently.

“That might be good.”

Sword Master Funiu thought about it for a moment and nodded; there weren’t many good options right now, so he could only search while quietly waiting for time to pass.

Time trickled away, and the passage was bathed in blood-red light, which inevitably felt oppressive the longer one stayed.

“Shall we split up and have a look?”

Sword Master Funiu made a suggestion. Roger was merely curious about this place, but its location hidden within Qinglu Mountain and its significance towards the future of the entire clan was not something he could ignore.

“I don’t think splitting up is a good idea. If we truly find nothing, we can temporarily leave, as long as the passage is stable, we can arrange for regular checks.”

“A detailed investigation should reveal something.”

Roger wasn’t worried about his own safety, but there were many secrets here, and the chances of accidents occurring were too great.

“Think about it, how long ago did the change happen, and during this process, did anything unusual occur?”

“You’ve said before that all you relied upon was some weak force transmitted through spatial crevices, but look around you now.”

“This place is shrouded in dense Bloodline Power. An ordinary person living here without doing anything has a great chance of being transformed into a low-level Dragonborn.”

“Such pure force should be able to greatly enhance the Cursed Item you possess, at the very least, allowing it to exert its original function.”

“If that’s the case, knowing that such a potent Bloodline Power exists here, why would your ancestors and your father create that door and seal it?”

“Was it to defend against pursuers from the Western World?”

“This explanation could make sense, but after so long, since no one has entered here, how could they remain vigilant all this time?”

Roger raised another question.

“Or is it that they weren’t guarding against potential pursuers, but this place instead, or perhaps the dragon lurking in the dark?”

As they were talking, Roger suddenly noticed a drastic change in the energy within the entire passage.

The Bloodline Power was diminishing, the red light within the passage gradually dimmed, the Bloodline Power was suppressed, and Spiritual Power surged into his body. Roger turned to look towards the direction of the end of the passage.

“It’s there, the sudden influx of Spiritual Power.”

“This is the energy of Everworld.”

The purity of this force reminded Roger of the Flower of Eternal Darkness.

His eyes widened, the power within him transformed, the passage vibrated, the two forces mixed together, cancelling each other out. As if realizing something, Sword Master Funiu dashed back the way they had come.

Roger didn’t move; he could feel the problem was at the end of the passage. It didn’t take long for Sword Master Funiu to return.

“The door we came through has vanished.”

Roger had some speculations. Initially, the door forged by the ancestors of the Atlas people was probably just to prevent potential pursuers.

However, as time passed, the clan grew stronger, their powers developed, and the supposed pursuers never arrived.

But the space passage here was created under violent power, inherently unstable in structure. Over time, as space changed, they needed to be constantly wary of the energies surging through the spatial torrent.

By then, the Funiu Sword Pavilion had stabilized after development, and they couldn’t leave Qinglu Mountain, so they could only reinforce their defenses.

As time went on, the chaos in the space passage became stronger, and what they had to invest grew more and more, until one day, a narrow crevice reached this place.

Then the violent Bloodline Power poured in.

At this moment, with space changing once again, Roger’s eyes transformed into vertical slits, and all the power within his body burst forth. Unknowingly, the Guardian Spirit Cat reappeared.