And the Golden Flood Dragon Clan...
Whether in terms of strength or motive, they fit perfectly!
Like pieces of a tightly interlocking puzzle, they ultimately formed a rough outline.
And there was also this ironclad evidence before him—
The Myriad Spirits Sect's lost sect-suppressing supreme treasure, the [Myriad Spirits Venerable Seal], was now lying heavily in his palm...
Nothing could be more compelling evidence than this!
All the clues seemed to point toward the Golden Flood Dragon Clan.
Even if the culprit behind the destruction of the Myriad Spirits Sect's mountain gate had not acted alone, the Golden Flood Dragon Clan must have been deeply embroiled in this affair—far more deeply than anyone could imagine.
Otherwise—
This supreme seal, symbolizing the Myriad Spirits Sect's lineage and dignity, could never have silently appeared within the forbidden Treasure Vault of this deep-sea dragon clan.
Nor could it be explained otherwise.
Holding this weighty seal, Cheng Buzheng felt as though he were grasping a bloody secret buried beneath the river of time.
He gently stroked the cold relief of countless beasts upon the seal, his gaze turning profound.
"The affairs of this world are ever-changing; karma is impossible to predict.
Who could have imagined that, after endless ages, the inherited supreme treasure of the Myriad Spirits Dao would fall into the hands of I, Cheng Buzheng, in such a manner?"
A flicker of complicated emotion passed through his heart.
Especially since the seal contained a small world within it, capable of nurturing all spirits and producing unimaginable effects for the Dao of beast taming.
"What a pity..." he murmured, with a trace of faint regret in his voice.
"I have no spirit beast by my side now.
The only one I had, that clumsy Little Roar, ascended to the Spirit Realm long ago