The Dragon Clan's ancestral grounds lay nestled within a vast, sprawling mountain range.
If one looked down from high above, what they saw would leave them stunned.
Among the layered ridges, one mountain range coiled like a colossal dragon — a living serpent draped across the land.
But this was no artificial construction. It had been shaped entirely by nature.
This was the Dragon Clan's ancestral grounds.
"This place is truly extraordinary."
At that moment, Chu Feng and the old Daoist stood suspended in the air above the mountains.
He had not yet set foot in the ancestral grounds, but Chu Feng could already feel it — an aura far beyond the ordinary.
The ancestral grounds had been born from mere mountain formations, yet they emanated a pressure all their own.
Not the pressure of a ordinary martial cultivator.
It was more like the innate pressure of some primordial beast — an authority that commanded deference without so much as a raised voice.
"Not only extraordinary — if we want to get inside, the difficulty is immense."
Just as Chu Feng marveled at the sight, the old Daoist spoke up beside him.
"Master, is it really that hard to enter?" Chu Feng asked.
"Hard doesn't begin to cover it. With just our own abilities, getting in directly — in any reasonable timeframe — seems impossible."
"This old man underestimated the Dragon Clan's ancestral grounds."
"What should we do, then?"
Although Chu Feng had realized just how difficult the place was to enter, he caught the subtle undertone in the old Daoist's words — his Master clearly had a method.
"There's always a way. Since it's so difficult for us to break in on our own, we'll have to find a way from inside the Dragon Clan itself. Come."
With that, the old Daoist led Chu Feng away from the restricted zone and headed toward the Dragon Clan's upper echelons.
They arrived before a magnificent palace.
The grand structure stood high above the clouds, its gilded halls gleaming magnificently against the layered white mist — like a celestial palace descended from the heavens.
Though it sat among the clouds, gaining entry to this place was no easier. This, too, was a restricted area of the Dragon Clan. Forget outsiders — even members of the clan could only enter if they held a certain rank.
Naturally, such a place was heavily guarded.
But the old Daoist waltzed in without the slightest effort.
Every barrier, every formation — to him, they were as good as nothing.
Chu Feng had not even detected the barrier before the old Daoist had already dismantled it with a casual wave of his hand.
Following a master like this, Chu Feng felt utterly safe.
After all, this was the Dragon Clan.
To move freely in and out of the Dragon Clan's strongestholds — that spoke volumes about the old Daoist's mastery of Spirit World techniques.
Chu Feng had begun to wonder whether his Master's Spirit World cultivation was truly only at the fifth level of the Dragon Transformation realm.
"Master, is the fifth level of the Dragon Transformation really that powerful?"
"How come every layer of the Dragon Clan's defenses seems to not exist at all when it comes to you?"
Chu Feng could no longer contain his curiosity.
"The fifth level of the Dragon Transformation is indeed formidable. Back in my day, your Master secured his position as the foremost Spirit World Master of the Sacred Light Galaxy on the strength of this very realm."