Bai Yujun understood everything in an instant.
The two pauldrons and the Dragon Remains sword had existed for countless years. They had surely been forged after slaying dragons. Though nourished by Earth Vein Dragon Qi, they had been obtained by improper means. The dragon remains were unwilling; they would rather let their divinity fade away and become useless. For a divine weapon that suppressed a clan's fortune, such weakening was extraordinarily fatal. In the unseen dark, it signified the decline of the Lineage—unless they possessed some treasure stronger than the dragon-remains divine weapon to safeguard their fortune.
There were only two ways to remedy it: find a true dragon to help refine it.
Or kill a true dragon and use dragon blood to cleanse and nourish it. Without a true dragon, they could only lower their standards and seek the blood of demon beasts with Dragon Bloodlines. It might not restore the weapon to its peak, but at least it could slow the decline.
That was the drawback of entrusting one's fate to treasures.
Since that was the case, Bai Yujun had to destroy every dragon-remains divine weapon in the world, for the sake of her predecessors and for herself.
Fortunately, nearly all Dragon Remains had been collected into her own world, returning to heaven and earth and perfecting the Small World that had been born in its infancy. That was why Little Broken Ball's prospects now did not lose to those of a Great World.
A vicious gleam suddenly flashed through her beautiful eyes.
She lowered her head and slowly moved to the front of the crowd.
If the youth beside her lowered his head, he would see fangs emerging from the corner of the mouth of that once-familiar clanswoman...
On the round platform, the gaunt old man turned