Xu Changqing held the Nine-Dragon Supreme Pearl in his palm and sent his Divine Sense into it.
Within the pearl, nine phantom divine dragons coiled in different positions.
Each divine dragon was entwined with an entirely different aura of laws.
Some were blazing like fire.
Some were weighty and still like mountains.
Some were sharp as metal.
Some were vast as water.
The Nine-Dragon Power, each had its own domain.
If it could be completely refined, one could indeed forge the flesh into sainthood.
Especially in terms of strength, it would soar to an inconceivable level.
But to him, this thing was not particularly useful.
As for treasures, he had the Six Treasures of Creation, along with the Azure Emperor Wood Hairpin, Azure Emperor Robe, Heaven-and-Earth Furnace, Five-Colored Banners, and more.
As for spells, he also had Return Flow, the Profound Yellow Great Hand Seal, and others, each immensely powerful.
As for divine abilities, the Five-Colored Divine Radiance could sweep away anything.
Summon Wind and Rain, Myriad Mechanisms, Myriad Transformations, Shrinking the Earth to Inches, Myriad Insect Matriarch's Nest, Palm Abyssal Ruins—none of them were inferior to the Nine-Dragon Power.
More importantly, he still had the Seven-Colored Lotus within him.
Therefore, though the Nine-Dragon Supreme Pearl was good, it was merely icing on the cake.
Since that was the case, he might as well give it to his eldest daughter.
That girl already possessed a trace of Dragon Clan bloodline. This treasure pearl could not have suited her better.
Without delay, Xu Changqing tucked the pearl into his sleeve, then swept his gaze over the surroundings.
The corpses of the five Chaos Lords had already completely sunk into the Sea of Chaos.
Their grayish-white blood was diluted by the Chaos mist and gradually dispersed.
The remaining tentacle fragments and bone