"The True Dragon was the foremost of the ancient Ten Fiends!"
"Was there something related to dragons in the Kunpeng Nest?"
A group of people went against the tide. The fighting at the entrance to the Kunpeng Nest was far too fierce, and they had begun to consider retreating, believing there were other rare treasures in the sea.
After all, according to legend, Kun Peng's weapon might have been forged from a True Dragon.
Unfortunately, just when they thought they were about to reap an enormous windfall, all they found was a small island ravaged by blood energy, with nothing special about it.
"Ah, damn it! Who was making fools of us?"
Quite a few were so furious they nearly spat blood, beating their chests and stamping their feet. In the end, they dug through and overturned the entire island, yet still found nothing.
Half a month later, Shi Zhao strolled into the Kunpeng Nest, its various restrictions already broken.
Devastation lay everywhere along the way. Every place they passed looked as though a swarm of locusts had swept through it. Those who had entered earlier were utterly deranged, digging up everything they saw and leaving nothing behind.
"There's still plenty of spirit medicine here!" Shi Liu exclaimed.
After entering the nest proper, she discovered that it was tremendously vast. Medicinal herbs grew in some areas, especially along the nest walls, where spiritual energy billowed and a stalk of spirit medicine grew at regular intervals.
Even where the nearby spirit medicine had all been picked, traces of its spiritual essence remained.
"What do we do next?" she asked, turning her head.
"Biling's bloodline is transforming, and she needs to cultivate in peace. I'll be cultivating here too. If you aren't afraid of dying, you can chase after them," Shi Zhao