"Dragon King Meng, it is hardly strange that you would have such doubts. Divine weapons are born of Heaven's creation. Unless one possesses a profound art that reaches the divine, or is a great master craftsman devoted to smelting and forging, it is difficult to think of a way to restore the spirituality of a damaged divine weapon.
Take this Hengshun Bell, for instance. I have now cultivated the Heavenly Being Martial Dao; by rights, I am considered one of the rare experts in the world today. Yet I can only use the power of all beings' prayers to restore it gradually. The timespan is measured in decades, and it will be difficult to see results in the short term.
However, Dragon King Meng, not only do you bear an extraordinary bloodline, you also have the aid of a spirit beast. This beast's bloodline has merged with yours and acquired the aura of creation, giving it hope of evolving toward a divine beast. Only thus is there a sliver of possibility that the damaged divine weapon's spirituality can be restored."
Meng Zhao's expression shifted slightly. This was not surprising; instead, he let out a breath of relief.
Monk Huikong had clearly sensed the existence of Flood Dragon Little Nine, yet he had not discovered the aura of the divine beast Qilin upon him. At least one trump card remained hidden from others' eyes.
Moreover, what he had said was not groundless, but rather quite well-founded.
Flood Dragon Little Nine was a pure-blooded flood dragon, and one of exceptional talent. It had possessed four claws from a very young age. Compared to a Five-Clawed True Dragon, though the difference in bloodline was as vast as an impassable chasm, it was still not impossible to cross.
Meng Zhao possessed the Purple Origin