"What? Junior Sister, you're saying what's imprisoned inside that banner is the soul of a Dragon Spider?"
The bald big man's face filled with horror. Then, in his eyes, greed showed without the slightest attempt to hide it. Ghost Emperor Haotian's expression was much the same. This dark-hearted, crafty old monster was just as moved at this moment, only compared to the former, his desire was buried deeper.
A Dragon Spider—a strange insect of the savage wilds. Legend had it that it even possessed the bloodline of a true dragon from the upper realm, though whether that was true or false could no longer be verified.
But the Dragon Spider's might was absolutely no lie. As everyone knew, though insect-controlling arts were incomparably powerful, to overcome an enemy, the poisonous insects one commanded had to number at least in the thousands. Yet with a Dragon Spider, even if there was only one, so long as it was subdued and acknowledged a master, it would still be of great help in battle. There were even rumors that a fully matured Dragon Spider possessed divine abilities comparable to those of a great cultivator at the Nascent Soul Late Stage.
Of course, this insect was hard to find, and even if one found it, it was not easy to subdue. Secondly, the more powerful the poisonous insect, the harder it was to raise to maturity.
However, all that had happened in the Primordial Era. Now, after a million years had passed, the Dragon Spider had long since vanished from the human world.
Although what was imprisoned within the banner before their eyes was only this insect's soul, it was still absolutely a rare treasure.
The three old monsters were not interested in its origins, but without prior agreement, they all wanted to seize