On the island.
The young man surnamed Yu glanced up at the sky.
He saw the Nascent Soul Cultivators discussing how to divide the spoils. One of them took out a flying sword treasure and eyed the Scarlet Flood Dragon's corpse eagerly.
A gleam of greed involuntarily flashed through his eyes.
A fourth-tier scarlet flood dragon was a treasure from head to tail. In particular, the few reverse scales on its neck were among the finest fire-aspect materials in this world. Who would not want them?
But with Nascent Soul Cultivators present, none of those treasures would fall to him. He would be lucky to receive some of the Scarlet Flood Dragon's flesh and blood for alchemy.
At that thought, clarity immediately returned to the young man's eyes.
He turned toward Xiao Yunzhi, who stood silently nearby, lost in memories, and said with a smile, "Fairy Xiao, forgive me for speaking out of turn. The Scarlet Flood Dragon is dead, but there is still something we must address."
Xiao Yunzhi looked at him in puzzlement.
The young man continued with a smile, "I know that the Scarlet Flood Dragon ordered Lu Kuang to commit those heaven-high atrocities in the Western Wasteland for the sake of the Three-Yin Soul-Slaying Sword."
"In the primordial age, the Evil Ling Tribe forged this sword from a metal of mysterious origin, using hundreds of millions of human living souls as the catalyst. Ever since this evil weapon was forged, countless predecessors of our human race have died beneath its blade.
"After a long and bloody war, our predecessors finally exterminated the Evil Ling Tribe at tremendous cost and sealed this evil weapon within a secret realm."
Xiao Yunzhi nodded. She enjoyed reading ancient texts and knew this matter well.
In fact, Li Ping had originally