Those words struck Lin Taichu's heart like a heavy hammer. He was currently stuck at the True Spirit Realm Sixth Level; every attempt to break through to a higher realm felt like crashing into an iron wall.
Yet the more tempted he was, the more vigilant he became.
The history between Myriad Yao Mountain and Myriad Poison Valley, along with the demonic sects watching like tigers, made him unwilling to easily believe this "kindness."
"Senior Brother, why are you suddenly so concerned about Myriad Yao Mountain?" Lin Taichu stared at Nangong Hao, his pupils narrowing slightly.
The air suddenly froze, and the smile on Nangong Hao's face gradually faded.
After a long silence, he reached into his robes and took out a pitch-black token. Carved upon it was a ferocious beast's head—it was the elder token of Myriad Yao Mountain.
"To be honest, I have already joined Myriad Yao Mountain." He looked directly into Lin Taichu's eyes. "But I did not do it for personal gain. Taichu, do you know that the demonic sects' scheme goes far beyond what it appears? They are gathering the lingering souls of the ancient Dragon Clan, trying to resurrect the true World-Ending Demonic Dragon."
Lin Taichu abruptly rose to his feet. The phantom of Dragon Wings suddenly spread behind him, whipping up a gale that overturned the teacups on the table. "How do you know?"
"Because I saw it with my own eyes." Nangong Hao rose as well, his voice urgent.
"The new Mountain Lord of Myriad Yao Mountain is recruiting talented people precisely to fight the demonic sects. He possesses an ancient secret scroll that records a Formation for sealing the demonic dragon, and activating it requires someone with Dragon Clan blood."
Lin Taichu's breathing grew heavy. In his mind flashed the familiar