Liang Residence ice cellar.
Awei spread his golden wings, hovered in mid-air, opened and closed his mouthpiece, and relayed the importance of the Blood Treasure to Long Binglin.
Pinching up the blood-glowing pearl before him, Long Binglin looked puzzled. He glanced around and found nothing but air all around him. Not knowing where to look, he could only lock eyes with Liang Qu's corpse on the ice bed.
"Awei... Elder, the Drought Demon Fruit of Position needs Killing Intent, calamity qi, and other evil qi, along with water vapor, to be nurtured. Since it is a heavenly treasure within the Dream Realm Dynasty, why could it trigger such a change?"
"I'm not quite sure for now." Liang Qu shook his head. "Everyone in the Blood River Realm says their world was formed from the corpse of the Li God after his death. Could the Blood Treasure truly be some peculiar essence of flesh and blood, which is why it can alter Blue Lake?"
Long Binglin fell into thought. "It does sound somewhat similar to the Dragon Blood Fruit within our clan."
Before they encountered Liang Qu, the Dragon Man Tribe had reached the end of the road, with nowhere left to turn. Yet they had not wanted to submit to the Flood Dragons. The elders had once used the corpses of deceased Grandmaster clansmen to cultivate Dragon Blood Fruit, purifying the tribe's bloodline and delaying its decline.
Of course.
That method was drinking poison to quench thirst, an expedient born of helplessness. It had long since been abandoned.
Dragon Blood Fruit?
The speaker had no such intention, but the listener took it to heart. Liang Qu's mind stirred. "Do we still have Dragon Blood Fruit in the clan?"
Long Binglin answered shamefacedly, "I'm not quite sure. Third Elder and the