Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor-Chapter 915 - 914 Living Beings in Misery

This day, the Blood God Crows fully awakened.

Su Han didn’t hesitate, taking them with him as he left the tree hollow and headed into the distance.

This place was vast, stretching endlessly beyond sight, with merely cracked ground visible, and in the sky, there seemed to be ten suns perpetually hanging.

Here, there was no destination to speak of, so Su Han continued aimlessly forward.

It felt as though he was simply marching in place, traversing a day yielded this sight, a month later the view was unchanged.

Without his careful observation of the surroundings, Su Han would truly suspect he was walking within an illusion realm.

It wasn’t until three months later that the environment around him finally changed.

The ground remained cracked, the air oppressive, yet ahead lay a large collection of thatch houses.

These thatch houses differed from ordinary ones; they were named that only due to their rudimentary construction, cobbled together using dried trunks, yet each was immensely large, thousands of feet tall, resembling a sprawling palace from afar.

Upon seeing these, Su Han furrowed his brow, hesitated briefly before decisively proceeding toward them.

"Regardless, to anything here, I am but an ant..." Su Han murmured, genuinely holding such thoughts. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

As they advanced, the thatch houses drew closer, Su Han reached one, and peered inside through a gap in the door.

Absent were imagined beds or furniture, only a huge figure was present.

This figure stretched a thousand feet long, identical to humans in appearance, but excessively massive.

Upon seeing it, Su Han’s pupils constricted, he instinctively wanted to retreat.

Yet he paused, as this immense figure evoked no sense of danger within him.

After careful observation, he saw it lay on the ground, seemingly breathing quietly, while muttering something, its voice weak.

"What is it saying?" Fourth Dog asked, puzzled.

Su Han shook his head, this enormous figure’s language differed from theirs, he couldn’t understand.

Then the huge figure fell silent, ceased breathing altogether.

Stunned, Su Han deeply furrowed his brow, incredulous.

Fourth Dog, however, spoke in disbelief, "Is it dead?"

Su Han didn’t answer, instead said, "If my guess is right, the word it repeated should be... water."

"Water?" asked the middle-aged man Fourth Dog had transformed into, furrowing his brow.

"Yes."

Su Han nodded, "Look closely, this giant is cracked all over, like the ground itself. We have the Fire Attribute Origin for protection, so we’re less affected, but they’ve lived here continuously, scorched by the ten suns, likely dying of thirst."

"This..."

Fourth Dog stood shocked, unable to fathom the suffering.

"I felt no aura from its body; its enormous size must be inherent, and their status here must be akin to the non-cultivating commoners on the Dragon Martial Continent," Su Han continued.

Blood God Crows might be unaware of Ancient Period legends, but Su Han knew them; he felt deeply upon witnessing this scene.

Records once told how, in Ancient Times, the presence of ten suns made the lives of living beings hell.

Lives in hell!

Four simple words, yet witnessing this already deceased giant figure explained them profoundly.

This towering figure, though uncultivated, held formidable strength through sheer size.

Even a Dragon Emperor Realm expert would be no match for it.

Yet such a powerful being died of thirst.

Though lamenting, Su Han wasn’t sentimental, he surveyed briefly, found nothing of value, and departed.

Su Han, Fourth Dog, and the other Blood God Crows kept visiting each thatch house.

The more they investigated, the heavier Su Han’s heart grew; almost every house contained similar giants or numerous bodies, all with cracked lips, red eyes, pale faces, eyes still wide in death, seemingly full of resentment.

This place seemed a village, with hundreds of such thatch houses, and nearly a thousand native corpses, each dehydrated to death.

All his explorations yielded no worth, even the tools these natives once used were clay-made, non-refined, merely ordinary items which were useless to Su Han.

Quickly, Su Han and others left the village, continuing onwards.

By now, Su Han doubted he indeed existed in Ancient Times; were it not for the tangible ant leg in his Space Ring, or the Second True Self he had formed from ant flesh blood, and Fourth Dog having reached the Dragon Emperor Realm, Su Han would question if he dreamt.

...

In seemingly aimless travel, several months passed.

Since Su Han arrived here, a full year elapsed.

Through later parts of the journey, Su Han saw numerous corpses, each distinct, humans and beasts alike, all unified by one trait — death by thirst.

Among these, Su Han encountered giant beasts; dead and aura-less, their ranks unknown, yet their flesh was shriveled, blood completely dry, though a massive hide remained, but as it was too huge, couldn’t fit in Su Han’s Space Ring, Fourth Dog hadn’t opened the Imperial Domain, Big Dog had opened it, yet as he was in Dragon Venerate Realm, dared not appear.

Thus, Su Han could only watch these treasure-like bodies, helpless.

Without pause, they continued, like walking corpses.

After one and a half years in this place, Su Han finally saw living creatures again.

There were two beings, seeing them made Su Han’s pupils constrict sharply, his heart nearly burst from his chest.