The divine palace stood high above.
A true dragon sprawled across the brocade-and-white-jade-paved plaza. Looking closely, her actions were rather peculiar: the white dragon raised her head, rubbing the Divine Stone glowing with rosy light hard between her two front claws, flakes constantly falling away as she worked.
The Divine Stone gradually became smoother. Though wasteful, it looked far better than before.
Her humanoid form was too small, inconvenient for polishing gemstones.
Fortunately, Bai Moulong was over three hundred zhang long. Polishing a stone was much easier this way. She stripped away the toxin-corroded outer layer, leaving only the essence and turning it into a Divine Stone bead.
Old Scorpion Dragon had not been dead long, yet Divine Dragon Hall was already so tense that every rustle of wind and cry of crane had them seeing enemies in every blade of grass and tree.
An old demon with cultivation comparable to a True Immortal had been slain. Other than a handful of powerful figures, who would not be afraid? Without Old Scorpion Dragon, that crafty strategist, to assist him, the Demon Dragon King was both shocked and enraged. He ordered Divine Dragon Hall's many demonic beasts to search for the slightest clue, both to rescue his son and eliminate future trouble.
Half-Dragon Demonic Beasts of all sizes searched everywhere, yet they shrank back and merely went through the motions.
Even Old Scorpion Dragon had been silently killed. What ordinary demon would dare truly find that god of slaughter...
Within the Little Broken Ball World, Bai Yujun focused intently on polishing the bead.
Divine Stones were rare and possessed endless wondrous uses.
Bai Moulong was the number one collector in the Immortal Realm, especially fond of certain vulgar things that glittered with jewels and treasure. If they were not vulgar things,