Even the wisest man, after a thousand considerations, was bound to make one mistake. Perhaps the situation had been too urgent, but Lin Xuan had actually forgotten this vital piece of information.
There were no records concerning the Thunder Roc in any classics related to Ice-Fire Valley, but when he had been in Scorpion Tail City, Lin Xuan had heard it all perfectly clearly.
The Wood-Crowned Elder had spoken with absolute certainty, so this matter could not possibly have been some forced, far-fetched claim.
As the thought turned through his mind, Lin Xuan flicked his sleeve. Spiritual light flashed, and a warm, smooth Jade Pendant shot out. On the surface, there seemed to be nothing special about it, yet the Thunder Roc pattern on its back was vivid and lifelike.
According to the Wood-Crowned Elder, although this Thunder Roc's strength could not compare with True Spirits such as the Phoenix, Golden Crow, and Peacock, it was on a completely different level from ordinary spirit beasts. Because of Ice-Fire Valley's unique environment, this Thunder Roc had undergone some slight mutation, and its divine abilities could almost compare to half a True Spirit.
Yet for some unknown reason, it had been slain here by a Saint Ancestor. Although its fleshly body had fallen, the Thunder Roc's Primordial Spirit and soul had persisted all this time, wandering through Ice-Fire Valley...
As long as he lured that Ancient Demon to the place where the Thunder Roc's bones were buried, wouldn't he be able to borrow another's blade to kill?
The moment he thought of this, Lin Xuan's heart burned to the extreme.
This method was absolutely feasible.
As long as he was careful, he could completely borrow the Thunder Roc's power to remove the formidable enemy before him.
With this thought, Lin Xuan changed