Long Mingyuan's Adam's apple bobbed three times as his gaze swept over the women and children huddled behind him. The youngest child had only just turned ten and was clutching the hem of his robe, his little face streaked with tears.
The broken sword lodged in his chest was still bleeding, and every breath tugged painfully at his organs. The Li Clan had fled, but those two Other Shore Realm cultivators were still watching from afar. Who knew what pack of wolves and jackals would come next?
"Fine." He finally spoke, his voice hoarse as though sandpaper had scraped across it. "I'll take you there, but you must promise to keep them safe."
"Also, I must remind you of this: the Dragon Clan Secret Treasure was left behind by the Ancestor Wu. Even I have never opened it."
Qin He withdrew the Demonic Essence from his fingertips and nodded faintly. "Just open it. Leave the rest for me to handle."
Yet the process of opening the Dragon Clan Secret Treasure truly caught Qin He by surprise.
If he had tried to find it himself, it really would have been a huge headache.
The Dragon Clan Secret Treasure had been hidden far more viciously than anyone imagined. It was neither in a vault nor in a cultivation chamber, but within a Space Rift deep inside the ancestral hall, personally altered by Long Qingyun.
This rift had originally been a scar left behind by a disturbance of laws a hundred years ago. After discovering it, he had spent ten years refining it with Saint Realm Origin, forcibly turning it into a treasure vault.
The ancient vines and blue-gold patterns on the ancestral hall's beams and pillars were all a smokescreen. What appeared to be a Clan-Suppressing Formation that drew upon the earth