The Almighty Dragon General

Upon hearing this, Lemuel asked, “How strong was the Glaciem Race’s Lord?”
Latrusse said, “He reached the peak late stage of the Holy Celestial Rank.”
He then looked at the seal on the stone door ahead, furrowing his brow in deep scrutiny. Afterward, he turned to James and
asked, “Forty-nine, how much do you understand about this seal?”
James replied, “Back in the day, I studied it but only comprehended about ten percent of it.”
Latrusse furrowed his brow and said, “This is the Ice Curse, formed from the core primitive inscriptions of the Glaciem Race. It’s
incredibly profound, and beyond the Glaciem Race, other races find it nearly impossible to decipher. It appears that our journey
may be in vain.”
Lemuel looked at him and asked, “Aren’t you part of the Primeval Races? Don’t you understand the Glaciem Race’s primitive
inscriptions?”
Latrusse explained, “In the Dark World, there are many Primeval Races, and each race has its own primitive inscriptions. Each
race can only comprehend and understand the primal inscription of their own race.
Attempting to understand the primal inscription of other races is extremely difficult.”
Lemuel shifted her gaze to James.
“James, it’s up to you now. If you can open this stone door, perhaps we can find the Ulus or at least a clue to it.”
James wore a bitter expression and replied, “You’re giving me too much credit. Even in my previous life, I couldn’t fully
comprehend it, let alone now.”
Latrusse looked at James and said, “If you understood about ten percent of it in your previous life, you might exert some extra
effort this time. Who knows, you might be able to break the seal.”
James asked, “Is there no way to forcefully break it?”
Both Lemuel and Latrusse shook their heads.
Latrusse explained, ‘This was set by a peak late-stage Holy Celestial Rank powerhouse. It’s not only the supreme Ice Curse of
the Glaciem Race but also reinforced by the power of a peak late-stage Holy Celestial Rank powerhouse. I doubt I can break it

alone, even if we join forces.”
Now, both Lemuel and Latrusse had no hope left. Their sole remaining hope rested with James. James had no intention of giving
up either. Since they had come this far, leaving without opening the final seal on the stone door would render the journey futile.
“I’ll give it a try.” James nodded lightly.
He then sat in a lotus position on the ground. With a casual wave of his hand, he created a time formation around him.
Afterward, he began to contemplate the primitive
inscriptions of the Glaciem Race. He had already comprehended most of the Glaciem Race’s primitive inscriptions, but what
remained were the core inscriptions that composed the Ice Curse.
Mystical inscriptions detached from the surrounding walls and floated toward James. They encircled him, revolving continuously
and emitting a peculiar energy. As the energy spread, a chill filled the air, sending shivers down even the Holy Celestial Rank
powerhouses, Lemuel and Latrusse.
Time passed day by day. James focused on understanding the primitive inscriptions of the Glaciem Race and absorbing the
Empyrean herbs to enhance his strength within the time formation.
His cultivation realm quietly advanced, progressing from the early stage of the Sovereign Fourth Rank to the early stage of the
Sovereign Fifth Rank, ultimately reaching the early stage of the Sovereign Sixth Rank. His progress gradually slowed down as
his cultivation realm increased.
An epoch passed in the outside world. Inside the time formation, James had been immersed for an unknown number of epochs.
His cultivation realm had reached the middle stage of the Sovereign Sixth Rank, but he still had not fully grasped the Ice Curse
of the Glaciem Race.
At this point, he fell into a deep contemplation.
In a moment of reverie, he found himself trapped in a strange world. In this world, everything was made up of mysterious
inscriptions. These inscriptions converged to create mountains, valleys, and rivers.