For Lu Xiaotian, collecting these dragon pools had been the smoothest task he had undertaken in this secret realm. Nothing had gone awry. At this moment, the Fangtian Halberd in Lu Xiaotian's hand looked, from the outside, like a deep abyss. Its form seemed to have grown increasingly faint, appearing to contain nothing at all, yet possessing endless depth.
A light swing seemed capable of pointing straight at the heart and splitting a person's Primordial Spirit apart. Yet at this moment, even holding the Fangtian Halberd made Lu Xiaotian faintly uncomfortable in his Primordial Spirit. Too many dragon souls had accumulated inside the Fangtian Halberd—tens of thousands of them, the divine souls of countless dragons that had perished in the Buddhist Sect's secret realm over the years.
As time eroded them, some had gradually withered, forgetting many things. After all, not every place could nourish Primordial Spirit bodies as his Green Fruit Barrier did, helping the Primordial Sword Demon cultivate the Soul-Origin Sword Body.
Even within this Dragon Pool, it could only delay the deterioration of these dragon souls; it could not fundamentally change the situation.
Perhaps these dragon souls could be used to refine the Fangtian Halberd to a new level. However, Lu Xiaotian himself was a member of the dragon race and intended to subdue more dragons for his own use, so naturally he would not act recklessly.
After collecting the dragon souls, Lu Xiaotian placed the Fangtian Halberd inside the Green Fruit Barrier and allowed the dragon souls within it to leave. Many of the dragon souls that still possessed some independent consciousness came to this new space and curiously examined everything around them. Under Lu Xiaotian's guidance, they specifically gathered on a stretch of land.
Lu Xiaotian then allowed these dragon souls to move about on