A mass of golden liquid hovered in midair.
It was the size of a basketball, golden throughout and translucent, like melted amber. Phantom images of a dragon kept surfacing on it—not a whole dragon, but parts of one.
A scale, a claw, a whisker, an eye drifted and churned across the liquid's surface, dissipating before taking shape again.
Each time a dragon's image appeared, the liquid gave off a low hum, like a heartbeat, a dragon's cry, a summons from ancient times.
The women all drew in sharp breaths. Yang Wanqing studied the liquid curiously. Cai Jingwen's eyes widened, the golden glow reflected in her pupils.
"So this is... True Dragon Blood Essence?" Cai Jingwen asked softly.
Chen Siyao aimed her camera at the golden liquid, and the livestream chat instantly exploded:
[I Am Ying Zheng]: True Dragon Blood Essence! This is True Dragon Blood Essence!
[Little Ling'er]: It's so beautiful... like a liquid sun.
[Dozing Off at Work]: So there's no fight for the Tenth Trial? They just hand out the reward?
[Aerospace Driver]: I thought we'd have to fight the final boss, but they're handing out a divine artifact instead. I never saw this twist coming!
Chen Hao watched the blood essence without moving. His gaze shifted away from it and swept across the hall—the walls, the dome, the floor—not missing a single corner.
He extended his divine sense and detected an extremely faint aura in the hall that did not belong to the blood essence itself. It seemed like a mark someone had deliberately left behind. It was incredibly faint.
He withdrew his divine sense and said nothing.
After making a circuit of the hall and confirming there were no enemies, the women relaxed.
Holding Xiao Yue, Yang Wanqing slid back and forth across the smooth floor