"Dragon-Slaying Stele, Dragon-Slaying Stele, Dragon-Slaying Stele..."
Zhao Linglong watched the old man battling those eight powerful figures, her hand pressed against the Dragon-Slaying Stele. As she kept murmuring its name, her mind raced, trying to find the slightest thread of a clue about it in her memories.
Although she was unwilling to miss any clue about her junior brother Xu Taiping's whereabouts, that did not mean she would trust this clone of the Immortal Elder Wuji before her without any doubts.
After just a breath or two, a spark lit Zhao Linglong's eyes, and she said:
"I remember the archives kept by the Azure Profound Sect mentioning that, when paired with a certain treasure, the Dragon-Slaying Stele could take someone from one realm into another in an instant."
"Could this old man really be using this Dragon-Slaying Stele to bring Taiping back?"
Had it been Dugu Qingxiao or Jiang Zhi, this alone would never have been enough to make them act.
But Zhao Linglong was different.
"Even the tiniest chance is worth a try!"
After murmuring this to herself, Zhao Linglong hesitated no longer.
First, she brought out her Immortal Silk, turning it into a barrier of red gauze that wound around her and the Dragon-Slaying Stele.
Then she pressed both hands against the Dragon-Slaying Stele and began pouring her true essence into it.
Rumble...
Once true essence flowed into it, the Dragon-Slaying Stele immediately shone with the radiance of a treasure.
At the same time, densely packed tiny runes emerged across its surface like swarming ants.
After confirming that the Dragon-Slaying Stele was neither a counterfeit nor something demonic or sinister, Zhao Linglong's last misgivings dissolved, and she began pouring all the true essence in her body into it without reserve.
Rumble...
The Dragon-Slaying Stele's trembling grew increasingly violent.