With a wave of his hand, he tossed Liu Xuance aside and paid him no further attention.
With those matters settled, everyone finally had time to examine the corpse.
Qin Shi Huang stood there silently, blood still slowly seeping from the hole in his chest.
His face remained youthful, traces of his former valor and majesty still visible in his features. But those golden eyes had closed forever.
Li Longji stood before the body, his expression complicated.
"The First Emperor's True Dragon body must be properly secured," he said gravely. "If someone with ulterior motives uses Grafting Flowers onto Trees, or grafts his dragon blood through the Blood-Refining Secret Art, the consequences would be unthinkable!"
Lu Changfeng shook his head. "There's no need to worry."
He pointed at the wound in Qin Shi Huang's chest. "The Dragon-Falling Dust has entered his bloodline. Every drop of his True Dragon blood is contaminated. Anyone who grafts it into themselves would be courting death!"
Li Longji froze, then breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's good, then."
Lu Changfeng looked toward the ninth level. "Let him remain on the ninth level. That was the resting place he chose for himself. We might as well let him sleep on. I'll seal it with a barrier so no one can desecrate his body."
Everyone followed his gaze and could just make out the cold jade bed and the rare treasures buried around it.
As for the Li Dragon, he lay coiled beside Qin Shi Huang, his enormous body slowly fading.
An incarnation beyond the body possessed form and might, but no true substance.
He was not a True Dragon, merely an incarnation of the Divine Soul condensed through the First Emperor's Sixth Realm power.
Now that the original had died, he, too, was slowly dissipating.
His