I transmigrated to a chaotic world and became the sole player.

The colossal bronze gate stood majestically, and the strange aura seeping from its cracks was like a firefly in the night, exuding an indescribable allure.

Lu Zhao did not immediately make a decision on whether to advance or retreat. He suppressed the shock of his internal injuries and soul, as well as the intense desire transmitted by the "Reverse Scale Pact," took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down.

"The situation behind the door is unclear, and the danger is unknown. But the aura that is leaking out is a real opportunity." Lu Zhao's gaze was deep as he looked at the almost transparent "aura" that contained ancient spiritual charm and faint dragon energy.

He is currently severely injured and burdened with a group of enemies. Neither exploring beyond the door nor returning to the surface to face the chaos is a wise move. His immediate priority is to recover his strength as soon as possible.

"This aura is pure and ancient. If I can absorb and refine it, it might have miraculous effects on my healing and even my cultivation breakthrough. But... it must also contain the remnants of the resentment of that terrifying being behind the door. I must be extremely careful."

After a moment's hesitation, Lu Zhao no longer hesitated. He sat cross-legged in front of the bronze gate, facing the strange aura that was slowly seeping out, and began to circulate the "Silent Annihilation Heavenly Art" and the "Refining God Technique".

He did not greedily absorb the large amount directly, but carefully separated a wisp of his divine consciousness, like the most skillful fingers, gently guiding that strange aura to slowly approach him.

As the breath entered his body, Lu Zhao shuddered.

Cool, warm, vast, and boundless... an indescribable feeling of comfort instantly flowed through his limbs and bones. The purity of this aura far surpassed any spiritual energy he had absorbed before, and it was even more gentle and mellow than the medicinal power of the "Soul-Purifying Jade Marrow Mushroom." It was as if the most primordial life energy was rapidly nourishing his damaged meridians, bones, and internal organs, and even the hidden injuries and fatigue in his soul were being quickly soothed and repaired.

"Such pure spiritual energy! It's practically like the legendary 'innate energy'!" Lu Zhao was secretly shocked, and at the same time became even more vigilant. Such pure energy seeping out from behind this giant door that sealed endless resentment and evil energy was unusual in itself.

Sure enough, deep within the core of this pure spiritual energy, he detected a barely perceptible, cold, violent, and resentful impurity. This impurity was extremely subtle; had he not possessed a powerful divine soul and cultivated the "Refining Spirit Technique," making him highly sensitive to fluctuations in his will, he would have been almost completely unaware of it. Like a persistent, invasive disease, it attempted to follow the spiritual energy, invading his meridians, polluting his spiritual power, and eroding his divine soul.

"Hmph!" Lu Zhao sneered inwardly. He activated the "Nirvana Heavenly Art" at full power, and the gray-gold annihilation dragon energy, like the most loyal guardian, instantly pounced on the impurity. The annihilation dragon energy itself possessed the characteristics of devouring and annihilating, making it extremely effective against this resentful impurity. With a hissing sound, the wisp of resentful impurity was rapidly worn down, devoured, and transformed by the annihilation dragon energy, instead becoming a wisp of pure energy to replenish itself. Meanwhile, the "Refining Spirit Technique" also constructed a defensive line in his sea of ​​consciousness to ensure the safety of his soul.

Although the refining process was perilous, requiring constant focus and leaving no room for error, the rewards were immense. Beyond the rapid recovery of his injuries, Lu Zhao also felt that his late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation bottleneck was beginning to loosen as the ancient, pure spiritual energy and the extinguishing dragon energy continuously transformed and devoured resentment and impurities! His understanding of the "Earthly Fiend" power and his fusion with the "Dragon Soul" battle intent were rapidly improving.

"Misfortune and fortune are intertwined, just as I thought," Lu Zhao thought to himself, and carefully guided and refined those wisps of strange energy.

At the same time, he diverted a portion of his mind to control another, more subtle and condensed wisp of divine consciousness, which, like an invisible tentacle, carefully and gradually probed behind the door along the crack from which the strange aura seeped.

The moment his divine sense passed through the crack in the door, Lu Zhao felt as if he were passing through a thick, viscous film of water, experiencing immense resistance and rapidly depleting his divine sense. But he gritted his teeth and persevered, activating the "Refining Spirit Technique" to maintain the existence of this wisp of divine sense.

As he peered through the crack in the door, the "scene" before him still sent a shockwave through Lu Zhao, even though he was mentally prepared!

It was a vast and desolate land that defied description.

The sky was an eternal dark red, devoid of sun, moon, and stars, only thick, seemingly solidified blood-red clouds slowly churning. The earth was scorched black, cracked with countless bottomless ravines, like the wounds of a dead dragon. A dense, impenetrable fog of malevolent energy, displaying shades of dark red, dark yellow, and pitch black, permeated the air. Within this fog, countless fragmented, enormous, and strangely shaped dragon-like phantoms could be vaguely seen, silently roaring, struggling, and dissipating—the remnants and lingering obsessions of the ancient dragon soul after its complete annihilation!

Looking out, on the scorched earth, countless enormous, mountain-like, pale white dragon bones lay half-buried and scattered! Some of these bones were relatively intact, retaining the posture of their struggle before death; others had long since broken into countless pieces, scattered everywhere; some bones still bore terrible scars, as if instantly destroyed by some unimaginable force. Even after enduring the erosion of countless ages, these dragon bones still exuded a chilling aura of power and desolation.

This place is actually the burial ground of ancient dragons! It is the true core battlefield of the "Ten Thousand Dragons Devouring the Sky" formation, or rather... a slaughterhouse?

Lu Zhao strained his divine sense to extend forward, "seeing" across this desolate battlefield. In the deepest part of the battlefield, in the central area where the baleful aura was most concentrated and dragon bones were piled up like mountains, he could vaguely see... a broken, towering monument!

The colossal monument was entirely black, made of neither gold nor stone, its surface covered with countless ancient runes, long since faded and dulled. The monument was broken in the middle, its upper half nowhere to be found, leaving only a broken remnant standing amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​bones, exuding a heavy aura of eternal suppression, tragic and desolate.

Lu Zhao tried his best to "see" the runes on the broken stele or to perceive its specific information.

However, just as his divine sense touched the area around the broken monument, attempting to get even a fraction closer—

"roar--!!!"

A roar, inaudible to the ears but resounding directly at the level of the soul, filled with endless resentment, pain, madness, and destructive will, exploded suddenly in Lu Zhao's perception like billions of thunderbolts!

This intent was tens of millions of times stronger than the lingering resentment contained in the "Earth Vein Dragon Fiend" attack he had previously endured! It was as if all the resentment, hatred, and anger of the entire ancient dragon race when they perished had been gathered together, and after countless ages, it had not only not dissipated, but had instead become even more terrifying!

"puff!"

Lu Zhao's wisp of divine sense that had probed through the door was like a candle flame in a storm, instantly crushed by this overwhelming and violent will! Not only that, but the will also followed the connection of divine sense, biting fiercely like a venomous snake, and rushed straight into Lu Zhao's physical sea of ​​consciousness!

Lu Zhao felt as if he had been struck a heavy blow, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His face instantly turned ashen, and blood seeped from his seven orifices. His seated body swayed violently, almost collapsing to the ground. His mind was in turmoil, as if he had been struck by a giant hammer, the pain causing his vision to blur and his soul to feel as if it were about to shatter!

"What...what terrifying resentment!" Lu Zhao was horrified. He quickly focused his mind and used all his strength to circulate the "Refining God Technique" and the Annihilation Dragon Qi to resist the resentment that was as real as a physical force that was impacting him through the connection of his divine consciousness.

Several dozen breaths passed before the impact slowly subsided. Lu Zhao, panting, wiped the blood from his face, his eyes filled with shock and lingering fear.

In that fleeting moment, he not only sensed the boundless resentment, but also, within that fleeting fragment of thought, caught a glimpse of a name (or title) filled with hatred, as if roared out with all its might—

"traitor……"

"Tao... court..."

"All...silence..."

Although it was just a few missing syllables, it stirred up a storm in Lu Zhao's heart!

"Dao Court"? Could it refer to the legendary ancient Heavenly Court, or some super power that ruled over the ancient times? Is the destruction of these ancient dragons related to "Dao Court"? And who is the "traitor" they speak of?

Behind this colossal bronze gate, what is sealed seems to be more than just malevolent energy and the lingering resentment of a dragon soul. That boundless, condensed, and unyielding resentment seems to possess a certain "activity," like a fragmented will that has slumbered for millennia, filled with boundless hatred!

At the very moment that thought erupted, Lu Zhao clearly felt that the ground beneath his feet—no, the entire "Dragon Bone Wasteland"—trembled violently! In the distance, the malevolent energy fluctuations belonging to the "Nine Netherworld Summoning Array" emanating from the direction of the core battlefield also seemed to have been stimulated in some way, becoming even more violent and unstable!

"Could it be... that the Soul Devouring Demon Sect activated the 'Nine Netherworld Summoning Array' not only to attack the weak points of the seal, but also to try to... awaken or attract the terrifying existence behind this door?" An even more chilling guess emerged in Lu Zhao's mind.

The bronze gate remained tightly shut, but the strange aura emanating from the crack seemed to have intensified slightly due to the terrifying intent that had erupted behind the gate just now.

Lu Zhao looked at the door, then felt his rapidly healing injuries and the slightly loosening bottleneck in his cultivation. He thought of the hundred or so survivors waiting for him outside the door, the escalating war between good and evil on the ground, and the potentially even greater calamity it might trigger...

Should we immediately lead everyone away from this impending eruption of the volcano?

Or... should I risk absorbing more of this strange energy, recover as quickly as possible, or even break through to a higher level, and then try to do something?