Though Ten Thousand Years Pass, It Still Does Not Die; Through a Hundred Tribulations, It Becomes a True Dragon

The beauty had already left, and Zhao Sheng turned to return to the cave.

Just then, he suddenly cried out in surprise and hurried over to a rock wall beside the cave.

Zhao Sheng thrust his right hand into a crack in the rock wall and gave a hard tug, pulling out a massive toe claw "like a blade."

The lower half of the toe claw was attached to a bloody chunk of flesh, from which two shattered Dragon Scales still hung.

Its upper half, meanwhile, was a blade-like talon nearly half a man's height long.

There was no need to say more. This thing had been left behind by that unlucky Cloud Dragon.

Holding the toe claw, Zhao Sheng looked around.

Only then did he notice that the Cloud Dragon had truly left behind quite a few "good things."

Across the slope and the nearby mountain walls, patches of thick, crimson Dragon True Blood could be seen, giving off a faint fragrance.

Between mountain crevices and rocks, and across the slope, scattered pieces of Dragon Blood and Flesh of varying sizes hung everywhere. Here and there were also Dragon Scales, some broken and some intact.

Zhao Sheng was overjoyed at the sight.

After all, as one of the highest-grade true dragon species, every part of a dragon was treasure.

A Dragon Inner Core was a superior spiritual material for refining "Golden Cores." Its flesh and blood could be used for pill refinement or to extract essence blood, while its scales, claws, and bones could be used to refine artifacts. Even dragon dung could be used to intimidate lower-ranked demon beasts.

The value of the flesh, blood, and scales shed by a Golden Core-level dragon was easy to imagine.

Zhao Sheng busied himself for most of the day before finally