Uncle Ping noticed Ji Xinghuo's gaze and explained, "The dragon eggs in this hatchery have all failed to hatch, or have encountered unknown errors, but still show signs of life. They will continue to incubate here for a while, and once they are completely dead, they will be destroyed."
"May I go in and take a look?" Ji Xinghuo asked.
"Feel free," Uncle Ping said with a smile, "after all, these are failed dragon eggs, they hold no value anymore."
Ji Xinghuo entered, his gaze sweeping over each dragon egg.
Even the eggs of ordinary dragon species were large, the smaller ones being one to two meters high, the larger ones five to six meters high, weighing several tons. Each dragon egg was placed in a specific environment, continuing the unfinished hatching process.
Ji Xinghuo could sense that the life force inside most of the dragon eggs was very weak, flickering like a candle in the wind, on the brink of death.
That sensation was getting closer.
