Collecting the Seven Mirrors of the Illusory Dao would not be a bad idea if circumstances allowed. Of course, this matter had to come after the Buddhist beads. Contrary to what Zhao Tianyang had thought, Lu Xiaotian's current focus was not on the Seven Mirrors of the Illusory Dao, even if combining the seven mirrors really could create a magical treasure. But a magical treasure was useless if one did not know how to use it. Compared to that, gathering all the Buddhist beads was more practical for Lu Xiaotian.
Lu Xiaotian could more or less guess what Zhao Tianyang was thinking. Indeed, the Seven Mirrors of the Illusory Dao would certainly only be entrusted to the strongest member of the clan. Zhao Tianyang was already this difficult to deal with, let alone someone stronger than him. Such people had likely reached the level of Xiang Kuang or Silver Flute Master. Moreover, they possessed inherited sacred treasures, so their methods were bound to be extraordinary. Lu Xiaotian's strength had improved by leaps and bounds, but he was still unwilling to provoke such powerhouses too soon. Even if he had to fight them, he would first need to gather the souls of several twelfth-order demon beasts. Encountering them too early would not be a good thing.
"Let's talk about something else. Your Zhao Clan went to such lengths to gather the vital blood of the direct descendants of the Xiang royal family. I happen to have a fragment of the Ding of Settling the Wilderness as well. Through this item, how can one find the legendary place where the cauldrons were sunk and the boats burned?" Lu Xiaotian took out a small, spotless white bottle from Zhao Tianyang's Sumeru Ring. It contained several drops of essence blood. The aura of the