The concealment methods they employed were exceedingly clever. Forget ordinary experts of the same realm; even many cultivators at the Saint Realm would have struggled to detect their presence.
But they could not fool Wang Xiu's Great Luo Supreme Divine Sense.
I thought a dramatic series of ambushes might unfold tonight, but the other party was extremely cautious and ultimately chose not to make a move.
"Origin of Zhulong!"
Lying in bed, Wang Xiu muttered to himself. He suddenly remembered something and picked up the Dragon Scale from his chest to examine it.
The Dragon Scale was unchanged—iridescent and dazzling. It shimmered in the lamplight, radiating a misty aurora that was exceptionally mystical.
Wang Xiu recalled a time when he was still lying in his coffin. This very Dragon Scale had stirred, transporting him into a mysterious space. That space had been vast and warm. It seemed to contain numerous unheard-of Daos of Heaven and Earth, making it incredibly profound.
