As the last wisp of corpse soul was destroyed, the resonance between the Dragon Urn Heavenly Soul Liquid and Lu Xiaotian's dragon soul grew increasingly pronounced. Eventually, Lu Xiaotian no longer needed to guide it; the Dragon Urn Heavenly Soul Liquid drew close to him of its own accord.
If the corpse soul inside the ice coffin were still here, it would probably be spitting blood by now. It had spent countless years trying to claim the Dragon Urn Heavenly Soul Liquid outright, yet never succeeded. Meanwhile, Lu Xiaotian, a mere Heaven Immortal-level dragon who had only just arrived, had obtained the very thing it had dreamed of.
The Six-Eyed Kirin King was also trapped in the area where the Dragon Urn Radiance lay. Ever since he had advanced to the Golden Immortal realm, it had become difficult for him to escape unless either he or someone else refined the formation core here.
Their party of Golden Immortal experts had suffered heavy casualties, yet their gains still paled in comparison to what Lu Xiaotian had acquired in such a short time.
"As expected of something left behind by the dragon race. It's especially partial to your kind. What was the point of me fighting over it with Ironwing Corpse Dragon, Devouring Heaven Toad, and those other fellows?"
A strange sadness showed in the Six-Eyed Kirin King's eyes. He and the other old monsters had cooperated, competed, and fought one another. After all that struggle, they had ended up with nothing. Even the most calculating and sinister of them, the one in the ice coffin, had found it all an illusion, a futile effort. Some were dead, and the rest had fled.
"Why do you look like you've seen through all worldly things? Thinking of retreating into the faith? If that's