The game starts with escaping from the famine and flipping the table

Brothers fight tigers together, fathers and sons go to war side by side!

Without the slightest hesitation, Yu Shuheng smiled gently yet firmly, despite his still pale face due to his injuries:

“It’s alright, I can still manage to suppress my injuries. The Four Dragon Kings are all heroes who fought to resist those from beyond the realm. It is my duty to preserve a trace of their bloodline. I will go with you.”

His words were calm, yet carried an undeniable authority. No way, how could he let Su Xiaoya face such danger alone?

Just as they were talking, Wuzhiqi, who had been standing like a stone statue in the distance, suddenly shuddered! His empty eyes suddenly focused, staring intently at Su Xiaoya and Yu Shuheng—the dragon egg?

Are there dragon eggs in the Burial Dragon Abyss?

This sudden news was like a ray of light piercing through the eternal night, instantly penetrating his heart, which was almost frozen by despair.

He couldn't believe it. In the entire Dragon Palace, and even the entire Western Sea, he hadn't sensed any life force belonging to the dragon race, or any other higher sea race! How could there still be dragon eggs surviving?

Is it hope, or just another illusion?

Wuzhiqi's heart began to pound uncontrollably. He stared intently at Su Xiaoya and Yu Shuheng, his breath almost stopping, as if afraid of missing a single word they would say next.

The Three-Eyed Monkey and Changyou also sensed Wuzhiqi's change and immediately became tense, their eyes fixed intently on this side.

The situation is urgent and cannot be delayed.

After Su Xiaoya briefly explained the situation to Wuzhiqi, Wuzhiqi almost roared hoarsely, "I know where the Burial Dragon Abyss is! Follow me!"

At this moment, he would not let go of any sliver of hope. He didn't even think about why there were dragon eggs in the Burial Dragon Abyss.

How could there be dragon eggs?

Now, all he wants to do is see it for himself.

Led by Wuzhiqi, Yu Shuheng and Su Xiaoya followed closely behind, with the Three-Eyed Monkey and Changyou also joining the fray.

The group of people (and demons) transformed into several streaks of light, tearing through the heavy, lifeless seawater, and sped towards the deepest part of the West Sea, that forbidden place that even sea beasts instinctively avoided—the Burial Dragon Abyss.

The deeper you go, the dimmer the surrounding light becomes, as if you are being swallowed by endless darkness. The seawater also becomes cold and icy, as if it can freeze your soul. It carries a chilling deathly aura that erodes your spirit, lingering like a maggot clinging to your bones.

Huge, ancient remains of creatures can be seen everywhere, like sleeping giants, silently telling the story of the place's antiquity and danger, as if warning the world of the earth-shattering events that once took place here.

The immense water pressure was like Mount Tai crushing an egg, enough to crush refined iron. Ordinary cultivators would likely find themselves helpless against it, unable to move an inch.

Finally, they arrived at the entrance to the Burial Dragon Abyss.

It was an enormous underwater rift valley, like a passage to the deepest hell, as dark and profound as the abyss of the universe, mercilessly swallowing all light and sound.

The dense aura of dragon death intertwined with a decaying aura of utter annihilation, forming a terrifying torrent that created a chilling force field, as if it would tear everything apart.

“This is it.” Wuzhiqi’s voice trembled slightly, like a candle flame flickering in the wind. “According to ancient dragon records, this place is where dragons pass away and return to tranquility. It is protected by ancient dragon restrictions and cannot be opened or sensed by anyone other than those with dragon blood or certain tokens.”

Before this, not only Wuzhiqi, but even the imposter Dragon Girl didn't know that the Burial Dragon Abyss was actually the last place where the Dragon Clan hid their seed when they faced annihilation.

With such a dense aura of death here, can those dragon eggs really survive?

However, none of these things can stop Wuzhiqi's determination to see it for himself.

This is the last bloodline of Master, the Dragon King of the West Sea.

The remnant soul of the golden dragon murmured excitedly within Su Xiaoya's body, its voice booming like a great bell, deafeningly loud: "That's it! This is the place! I can feel it, the restriction is still there, but it's very weak now! The dragon egg is down there! Hurry!"

Su Xiaoya took a deep breath and looked at Yu Shuheng and Wuzhiqi. Yu Shuheng nodded, stepped forward, and used his divine sense like radar to carefully examine the restriction at the entrance. Wuzhiqi, on the other hand, did not hesitate to cut his fingertip, forcing out a drop of golden blood containing pure water spirit essence, which, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, was flicked with his finger.

Uh!

Play it again!

Then, Wuzhiqi looked at the restriction with dejection. No matter how filial he was to his master, the Dragon King of the West Sea, or how much the Dragon King of the West Sea favored him, it could not change the fact that he was not a dragon.

He can't break the seal!

"Release me quickly. I don't need dragon blood; my dragon soul can activate the restriction." The golden dragon looked down at the helpless Wuzhiqi and then urged Su Xiaoya to release him.

At this moment, Su Xiaoya would not be a burden. She decisively opened her personal space and released the golden dragon.

As soon as the golden dragon appeared, it was like a golden lightning bolt, heading straight for the restriction.

The ancient chanting, like a mysterious symphony, gradually seeped into the darkness with its strange melody and rhythm.

The invisible barrier in front of them suddenly rippled like a stone thrown into a calm lake, spreading out in circles. It slowly synchronized with the current, just like a mirror being gently tapped, revealing a gap that could only allow one person to pass through.

A richer, purer dragon aura, carrying a chilling sense of decay, burst forth from the cracks like a flood bursting its banks.

Without the slightest hesitation, the crowd filed in like arrows released from a bow.

The moment I passed through the barrier, it felt as if I had stepped into another world.

The surroundings were not as pitch black as I had imagined, but rather filled with a faint, phosphorescent blue light, like stars falling into a bottomless abyss, illuminating this enormous cave hidden beneath a bottomless abyss.

The cave is vast and boundless, with countless dim luminous pearls and dragon bone fossils embedded in the dome, like brilliant stars in the night sky, outlining the solemn and majestic outline of the past.

In the very center of the cave, there is a huge pool carved from a single piece of 100,000-year-old warm jade. The pool walls are engraved with countless complex and ancient dragon runes, like a mysterious celestial book, telling the story of the vicissitudes of time.

At first glance, the jade pool resembles a sacred altar, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

However, when everyone's gaze fell upon the jade pool, their hearts sank.

At the bottom of the pool, lay a hundred or so eggs of various shapes and colors. These eggs varied in size, like sleeping pearls, but unfortunately, the aura they emitted was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, as if they would turn into rotten eggs at any moment.

Wuzhiqi stared blankly at the hundred or so eggs on the verge of death before him, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

At the heart of the Jade Pool, surrounded by eggs from other races like stars around the moon, are five dragon eggs—the very ones that the golden dragon sensed emitting the distress call.

Each one is about a foot long, and its shape is not a standard oval, but rather closer to a smooth, naturally rhythmic spindle shape, as if it were a work of art carefully sculpted by nature, created specifically to break through the flow of water.

The eggshell is not smooth as a mirror, but is covered with an extremely fine and orderly layer of light golden scales, like a mysterious totem. Touching it, you can feel the cool, strange texture of metal and jade, as if you are touching an ancient and mysterious history.

Dragon eggs should originally be a noble pale gold in color, with the edges of their scales flowing with a radiant glow like liquid sunlight, dazzling and eye-catching.

But at this moment, the gold became dull and lifeless, like an ancient gold artifact covered in dust. The scales and patterns were dry and lifeless, as if all the wonders had been buried deep in the most profound silence, waiting for the opportunity to be reborn.

Right next to the dragon egg, a dozen or so eggs stood like loyal guards, or like nobles attached to imperial power, arranged neatly.

These eggs are slightly smaller than dragon eggs, about the size of an adult's head, and are perfectly oval in shape with smooth, flawless lines.

The eggshell has the finest pearl-like texture; it's not pure white, but a warm, moon-white with a faint iridescence, like the silvery glow of moonlight. The shell wall seems translucent, and inside, it's as if a hazy, misty moonlight is slowly flowing and breathing, like a sleeping fairy gently exhaling.

At this moment, its radiance is restrained, much like the moon obscured by dark clouds, but its lustrous essence remains as beautiful as a poem or a painting.

Located outside the mermaid eggs, there are only a few eggs, but each one occupies a huge space, like a mobile fortress in the deep sea, indestructible.

These eggs are enormous, nearly half the height of a person, and round and heavy in shape, giving people a sense of stability and rock-solid solidity, as if they were guardians of the earth.

The eggshell is deep blue, like a cloudless night sky or the color of the deep sea where sunlight cannot reach, profound and mysterious.

The shell is covered with natural, silvery-gray or light blue wave patterns that seem to flow slowly, mimicking the breath of the ocean and the rhythm of the tides, like a melodious ocean song. At this moment, the patterns stop and the color darkens, just like a sleeping behemoth.

Located in the same outer ring as the whale eggs, there were only a few of them, but their shapes were quite different, exuding an incongruous aggressiveness, as if they were invaders from a foreign land.

Its size is similar to that of a mermaid egg, but its shape is very distinctive - the eggshell is not smooth, but covered with sharp edges and thorns, making it look like a rough, aggressive diamond, or a miniature shark jawbone, exuding a chilling aura.

The eggshell is dark gray or grayish-blue in color, with a rough, frosted texture, resembling a black hole that absorbs all light, giving it a deep and dangerous appearance. When intact, the sharp protrusions gleam with a cold, metallic sheen, like gleaming blades, sending chills down one's spine.

Also located on the periphery, there are a large number of them, about a dozen, slender and winding along the bottom of the pool, clearly distinguishable from other types of eggs.

Its shape is the most unique, being slender and spindle-shaped or crescent-shaped, with a length close to that of a dragon egg, but a much smaller diameter.

The eggshell's base color is dark brown or dark green, surrounded by clear, even darker ring patterns, some of which have a metallic sheen. Overall, it gives off a cold, agile, and slightly poisonous feeling.

These hundred or so eggs, each with its own unique shape and mystical properties, lay quietly in the jade pool. They were not only the continuation of the future dragon, merman, giant whale, mad shark, and serpent race, but also the last spark and legacy of civilization that the West Sea Dragon King and the Sea Demon King had preserved for this vast sea area with all their wisdom and strength before the end of the world.

Every detail bears the unique imprint of its race's evolution over millions of years, waiting to be rekindled by vitality and to recreate the former glory and diversity of the Western Sea.