Lin Mo froze for a moment, then immediately turned toward the old man.
The old man wore a long robe. With crane-white hair and a youthful face, he had the bearing of an immortal. Even the pungent smell of blood from his wounds could not mask the rich medicinal fragrance surrounding him.
Lin Mo hurriedly asked, "May I ask who you are, senior?"
The old man answered, "I am Yuan Su."
"Yuan Su?"
Lin Mo paused, then exclaimed in astonishment, "You're Senior Yuan Su, one of the founders of the Five Great Alliances of the Kunlun Continent and the Hundred Spirits Alliance's only ninth-grade Alchemist?!"
"Indeed."
Yuan Su sounded somewhat surprised. "To think that even a cultivator from the Divine Land has heard of me."
"Yes. Only recently, I heard of your legendary deeds..."
Lin Mo's expression grew pained, a jumble of emotions stirring within him.
When Gongsun Fu had first told him about Yuan Su's deeds, Lin Mo had envied the Kunlun Continent for having such a brilliant legend among its forebears.
Now it seemed that every Heavenly Prodigy from the lower planes was indeed trapped within this Dragon-Slaying Platform.
"Senior Yuan Su, what exactly must I do to rescue you all?"
Yuan Su said gravely, "The only way to free us is, naturally, to destroy the Dragon-Slaying Platform."
"Throughout the ten thousand years I have been imprisoned here, I have painstakingly studied it. If my judgment is correct, the restriction the Heavenly Calamity Devil Ancestor placed upon the Dragon-Slaying Platform lies along the spine of the Winged Dragon's corpse."
"If you can force the Heavenly Calamity Devil Ancestor's terrifying curse to reveal itself and destroy it at its source, you may be able to shatter the Dragon-Slaying Platform."
"Then, not only will we regain our freedom, but the