The seawater battered the coastal cliffs, bringing silt and several glimmers of spiritual light hidden within it.
Zhang Yuan darted beneath the cliffs at the shore. The water reached his ankles, but parted of its own accord whenever it touched his trouser cuffs.
Chu Zhankuo, Chu Qingyuan, and Duan Xixi stood trembling behind him.
Zhang Yuan's brows drew together slightly as he scanned the silt underwater. With a slight movement of his hand, he grasped at a spot in the air, and a brilliant golden light flew out of the sand, revealing itself before them.
It was a golden scale as tall as a person, its tip stained with golden-red blood.
"A dragon scale?" Zhang Yuan said in surprise.
"Yep, yep."
Ao Xiu poked a head out of his collar and spoke after glancing at the golden scale.
Even this single dragon scale contained a conceptual image surpassing any of the five skandhas and six qi. It certainly did not belong to a True Dragon at the Celestial Person level. Its owner was probably a supreme powerhouse of a single Dao, on the level of a True Lord or Great Immortal Lord.
That was terrifying.
Who could have battered a True Dragon at the True Lord or Great Immortal Lord level?
What terrifying combat strength. He wondered who this mighty figure could be.
Zhang Yuan's expression grew grave. His gaze returned to the underwater silt, and with a light wave of his sleeve, several glimmers of spiritual light flew out of it.
These were not golden dragon scales, but two oddly shaped magical artifacts, a silk manuscript, and several Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.
One was a spiritual herb shaped like a heart, as vivid red as blood.
This was... Taihu dragonheart grass!
The artifacts and silk manuscript were unimportant.