How could Yan Chihuo not want to agree to those terms? But he had destroyed the corpses of two True Dragons—how could he restore them? It was not that he had not considered deceiving the old Dragon King and muddling through, but he knew this old Dragon King had lived for who knew how many tens of thousands of years and was more cunning than a ghost. He was afraid he could not fool him. Besides, although the old Dragon King could not enter this place, he surely had some way to investigate it.
That voice fell silent for a moment, as though even the old Dragon King had not expected Yan Chihuo to give up such generous terms. After a long while, it said again, "Yan Chihuo, don't think that just because the spiritual energy here is abundant, you can advance in cultivation. At most, you can reach the Spirit Cultivation Stage. Without other treasures, attempting to advance to the Ascension Stage is a road to death. Otherwise, why would so many of our Dragon Palace elders have died unnatural deaths?"
The old Dragon King truly believed Yan Chihuo intended to cultivate here, and even began earnestly trying to persuade him.
Yan Chihuo brushed him off with a few casual words, then headed toward the next pavilion. The old Dragon King suddenly realized what was happening and shouted, "You dare destroy the remains of my Dragon Palace ancestors? Sea Heaven Sect, just wait to bear the boundless fury of the East Sea Demon Race!"
Yan Chihuo ignored him and simply continued browsing through one pavilion after another, collecting more than a dozen True Dragon skeletons. Only after examining the final pavilion did Yan Chihuo say, "We can now be certain that while we are here, the old Dragon King