More than sixty thousand War-Poem Soldiers spread out through the entrance, searching for all manner of objects as they worked their way inward.
Glittering gems, wood giving off strange auras, rust-speckled metal... the War-Poem beings uncovered all sorts of things.
Unfortunately, after so many years, much of their power had drained away. Even divine objects were tossed aside.
After a while, Lian Pingchao shouted, "I found a piece of Phoenixfire Parasolwood! It seems to be a remnant of some weapon. Unfortunately, it wasn't maintained, and its aura is extremely weak. It barely measures up to Demon King-grade demonwood."
"To us, it might only measure up to Demon King-grade demonwood, but to the Mohist School, Phoenixfire Parasolwood is a fine material. It can produce flames endlessly. Although it's a little weak, it's still quite valuable. The piece in your hands looks to be four feet long-enough to trade for a Grand Academician's Literary Treasure!"
"What is this? I can't lift it. It must weigh at least ten thousand jin." Liu Shan'a struggled to brace a bent piece of metal, as thick as an armspan and six feet long.
The other Grand Academicians examined it, but none could identify it. Fang Yun said casually, "It looks like the leg of some kind of cauldron."
Although Fang Yun's knowledge of the Dragon Race was limited, he knew a great deal about the Ancient Demons. Cauldron legs like this were common in the ancient demon inheritance.
"That makes sense. Unfortunately, there's no fluctuation in its aura at all. It's just ordinary iron." Liu Shan'a casually tossed it aside.
Fang Yun glanced at it again. It was indeed a very ordinary cauldron leg. Clearly, Ancient Demons had once lived here.
Many Ancient Demons had lived in Dragon City for generations. Even when the Dragon Race