Slaying the Demon King with a Sword, Sweeping Everything Clean

Beneath the deep, silent abyss of the ten-thousand-zhang sea, the crystalline True Dragon Skeletal Remains glimmered faintly.

It had been buried here for who knew how many years. Its sturdy scales and claws were gone, its flesh and essence were gone, its proud dragon horns were gone; even its bones were incomplete, mangled beyond recognition.

If one recorded it and told others that these were True Dragon Skeletal Remains, one would probably get spat on, because it was now more wretched than even a loach.

Yet as long as one truly stood before it, one would realize that a true dragon was still a true dragon. No matter what it had suffered, when one truly faced it, the reverence rising from the depths of one's heart was real and impossible to suppress.

Most Sea Demons passing nearby moved with utmost caution, trembling in fear. Only a very few Third-Tier Great Demons could move freely within this range.

Song Changsheng drew a deep breath and slowly withdrew his gaze from the skeletal remains.

It had fallen far too long ago. Who knew how many Sea Demons had occupied this place during that time? This carcass had long since been nearly sucked dry by them, leaving behind less than half a skeleton.

Even these bones bore gnaw marks everywhere, their essence drained clean.

Human Cultivator Artifact Forgers could be called paragons of making use of waste, but even so, there was little about these skeletal remains that Song Changsheng could make use of.

Of course, so long as one had enough confidence in one's digestive abilities, swallowing the remaining skeleton could still squeeze out that final thread of essence.

Judging by the state of it, that was likely already being done. This True Dragon had originally been at least a thousand zhang