The ancient underground stone cave trembled violently, dust cascading down, rubble tumbling.
A scarlet blood light surged upward like an inverted waterfall, only to be pierced by a chilling, spectral glow.
"This is the fragment of the Qilin Wedge, a companion artifact of an Ancient Supreme. Legend says that 2,500 years ago, the Qilin Venerable used the Wedge to devour the life force of the entire East Sea, turning a vast ocean into a dead sea. Such power—looking through all of history—only a handful could compare."
Jing Shangxiu cheered fervently, his face a mask of devout zeal: "And now, with the Qilin Venerable trapped deep within the Immortal Palace, unable to contact the outside world, the Qilin Wedge has become an unclaimed treasure."
In the blood sheen, his face appeared sickly and twisted, consumed by fanaticism.
The ten withered corpses suddenly crumbled into dust, as if drained of their final essence.
All that remained were charred black Dragon Bones.
