Was obtaining this thing really just a coincidence? It did not seem like it. Lu Ye recalled what had happened: after he had imbued all fifty-four of his Spiritual Apertures with the Spirit Gathering Spirit Pattern, those enormous blood-red pupils had suddenly appeared in his mind. He had also vaguely heard an aged voice, though he had not caught what it said.
Then, a Dragon Scale had erupted from the Dragon Spring.
That did not feel like a coincidence. Rather, it seemed as though some force had deliberately delivered this Dragon Scale before him.
It appeared that secrets lay hidden beneath the Dragon Spring—secrets even Green Feather Mountain and the Tai Luo Sect did not know about. Lu Ye did not dwell on it. There was no use considering such things now; his cultivation was still too low.
Examining the object in his hand that seemed to be a Dragon Scale, Lu Ye found it blood-red, as though blood were flowing within it.
A familiar aura streamed from the scale, sharing the same origin as the faint red mist around the Dragon Spring.
The reason the Dragon Spring could temper cultivators' bodies was because of that faint red mist. Cultivators sat in meditation within it, drawing the mist into their bodies with every breath, and their physiques would be strengthened.
Then this scale...
Lu Ye's thoughts began to race. If that was truly the case, then this scale was a priceless treasure.
The Dragon Spring was fixed in one place and only opened once every three years. One even had to take part in the Dragon Spring Gathering and fight tooth and nail to enter it. But he carried this scale with him and could use it whenever he wished.
But how exactly was he supposed to use it? Lu