"No wonder you so easily merged with the Dragon Urn Heavenly Soul Liquid and cultivated a true dragon body. A dragon soul is naturally far stronger than those of other dragon clans. Now I can leave in peace."
"Senior, I'll return the Dragon Urn Heavenly Soul Liquid to you. You..." This dragon clan elder was no weaker than the Candle Dragon. Even if only a remnant soul remained, the value of his existence was beyond measure. It clearly wasn't worth letting that remnant soul dissipate just for the Dragon Urn Heavenly Soul Liquid.
"Don't waste time. I was destined to vanish long ago. Even if you hadn't come, that corpse soul would have stolen the Dragon Urn Heavenly Soul Liquid sooner or later. Fortunately, you arrived in time. It means my dragon clan's fortune has not yet run out."
"With your current cultivation, you're just one step away from becoming a Golden Immortal-level dragon. The deathly dragon aura over at the Dragon Tomb can conceal you. I don't know whether the dragon clan's stores left behind from ages past are still there, so I'll pass on some of the dragon clan techniques I know, along with some of our history. That fellow Candle Dragon may already have passed most of them on to you once, but whatever use they can still be to you, take it."
The aged voice cut Lu Xiaotian off. Before he could respond, image after image began unfolding around him.
Some showed cultivation mantras; others, dragons weaving through the air, dragon weapons, or methods for crafting dragon clan treasures. There were even images concerning the Demon Race.
Lu Xiaotian was filled with an indescribable feeling. He had never met this remnant soul, yet now the other party was holding nothing back, passing on everything he had