Drool hung from the corner of the massive, ferocious mouth...
In the Cultivation World, dragon saliva was an exceedingly rare and precious treasure. There were only a few dragons in all—four supposedly guarded the Four Seas but were actually under watch, while one little wild dragon hid in the Heavenly Court, impossible to track down. Even searching five thousand years into the past would turn up no records of dragon saliva.
Bai Yujun had even considered making money by selling her spit.
There was a legend of the Dragon Saliva Well.
Its water was clear and pure, neither overflowing nor running dry, drip by drip. Tea brewed with its water became ever more fragrant and sweet. The well got its name because the mountain resembled a coiling dragon at rest, its shape like a dragon's head.
At that moment, Bai Yujun remained in her original dragon form, tucking her dragon claws beneath herself as she waited quietly.
Her tail occasionally gave a gentle flick, while the snow-white mane behind her head drifted as though underwater. Her large eyes stared at the enormous vessel, though she could not decide whether to call it a pill furnace or a cauldron. The rich fragrance stirred the greedy worm in her belly.
Whenever the fire weakened, she breathed out Scorching Dragon Flame.
One month later.
After staying for over a month on this flat floating island suspended in the void, the bones and flesh of several unknown savage beasts inside the cauldron had melted into broth. Even metal had been no exception. Several ancient, primordial materials had blended into a single pot of thick soup.
The Scorching Dragon Flame had slow-cooked it for over a month, dispelling the Killing Intent from the savage beasts' flesh, blood, and marrow, melting mysterious metals and fusing them