Dragon-eater ore: it could suppress the Dragon Race's combat strength and vitality. Dragons that remained within its range for prolonged periods would rapidly age and die.
After hearing Dumite's explanation of dragon-eater ore, Zhang Fan smiled delightedly. "Could you give us some of these minerals?"
"Of course. Once you pass the trial, you can take as much as you like."
Zhang Fan was still rejoicing when Dumite's next words left him speechless. "But dragon-eater ore loses its effects once it leaves the Divine Temple, so taking it won't do you much good."
Although he was somewhat disappointed, since there was something capable of restraining the Dragon Race, he would secure ownership of it first, regardless.
"Then let's begin the trial. After all, we can't spend too much time here."
Dumite gestured for them to follow and led Zhang Fan and the others inside the Divine Temple.
The temple's entire interior was decorated in an ancient Egyptian style: hieroglyphs, statues of Anubis, standing sphinxes, and pharaohs holding scepters.
Zhang Fan asked calmly, "Priest Dumite, have you ever been to Earth?"
"Earth? Forget other planets-we've never even been farther than a hundred kilometers from this temple. If the seal could be lifted, I'd certainly love to see the world outside."
Zhang Fan studied Dumite and saw no sign that he was lying, so he extended a sincere invitation.
"If the seal is broken, would you be willing to join our Insect Race? You and your people could all live in my Insect Race Starfield."
"Really?" Dumite became extraordinarily excited and hurriedly bowed to Zhang Fan. "If you truly can break the seal, there's nothing more to discuss. All of us Orlandians will pledge our loyalty to the Insect Race until the day the universe is destroyed."
They reached the deepest part of