78: Chapter 78 Ancient Dragon's Reverse Scale, Eighth-Order Void Dragon Pearl

This time, Hun Tiandi used six dou wang pills to trade for the magical beast's withered corpse.

This deal was extremely cost-effective, even a massive steal; not a single bit of the cost was wasted.

If Patriarch Han knew about the harvest he reaped from this withered corpse, he would likely explode on the spot. He believed that the Xueyue Medicine Pavilion had already used secret techniques to perceive it countless times.

Aside from that pair of sinister, blackish-purple dragon horns on the dragon head, they hadn't gained anything else...

Yet, it was precisely those things that looked ordinary that allowed Hun Tiandi to gain so much...

Restraining the excitement in his heart, Hun Tiandi's gaze fell upon the remaining dragon head and the dragon skeleton that shimmered with a purple light.

Up until now, the magical beast's source of power, the most precious magical core, had not appeared...

Generally speaking, such a magical core, which condensed the essence of a magical beast, would not simply vanish on its own.

Currently, the remaining dragon head and dragon skeleton should be hiding the most important magical core...

Just thinking about how a magical core from a peerless magical beast that had broken through the seventh rank to reach the eighth rank was about to see the light of day and fall into his hands...

Hun Tiandi couldn't help but lick his lips, as if the hot blood in his body was surging.

His eyes gradually grew fiery, although Hun Tiandi also felt a wave of trepidation in his heart regarding the things before him.

He even felt that it probably wouldn't contain a magical core...

However, Hun Tiandi still wanted to try; this dragon corpse was simply too mysterious.

He didn't know if all its treasures were hidden in places unimaginable to ordinary people in such an unexpected way.

Sss...

Hun Tiandi casually drew his refined iron longsword, surging blood-colored Dou Qi into the blade. He stepped over to the dragon head, his gaze landing on that pair of blackish-purple dragon horns, which were slightly translucent, resembling blackish-purple jade.

They were quite pleasing to the eye.

He immediately swung the sword blade, hacking towards the dragon horns. The clanging sounds were like a master weaponsmith hammering refined iron beside a furnace.

Muffled sounds rang out, sparking points of fire that splattered everywhere.

A rebounding force erupted, shaking Hun Tiandi's thumb-web until it went numb.

"Ouch, holy cow!"

Hun Tiandi swore, then with a thought, a wisp of golden flame surged from his sword-wielding hand, instantly turning the refined iron longsword a golden-red.

Clang...

He swung the sword wildly again, the blade colliding with the dragon horns, igniting scorching sparks that resounded throughout the cave.

Gripping the sword with both hands, he hacked away, causing the tough dragon bones to vibrate.

"Crack..."

He didn't know how much time had passed when a snapping sound suddenly rang out. He stopped his sword-swinging motion; the dragon head before him had been hacked beyond recognition.

In the end, the pair of blackish-purple dragon horns were severed, and an excited expression appeared in Hun Tiandi's eyes.

The refined iron longsword in his hand, its slender blade covered in notches, could no longer bear the strain after he withdrew his Dou Qi and Yellow Spirit Fire; it shattered into six fragments and fell to the ground.

It emitted several crisp, piercing sounds.

He grabbed the sinister, blade-like dragon horns from the ground; they were suffused with an aura of sharpness that could pierce the sky, as if they could poke a hole through the heavens.

He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, planning to find a time to forge his own weapon.

This pair of blackish-purple dragon horns was naturally the withered dragon horns that Hun Tiandi had traded for at the Xueyue Medicine Pavilion auction.

And the object in his hand would be the best material for forging a weapon.

Once successfully forged, the quality of the weapon Hun Tiandi crafted would absolutely be extremely high.

Although he hadn't taken action yet, just seeing how much effort it took to sever the dragon horns earlier, he knew this to be true.

In this way, he would have a significant guarantee in future weapon clashes...

Just imagine, if he were to battle a powerful enemy in the future, and his weapon broke before they had even exchanged a few rounds...

How embarrassing that would be. He put the dragon horns away and placed them into his storage ring.

Pfft!

With a flick of his finger, a cluster of golden flames landed on the dragon skeleton before him, continuously calcining it. He wanted to smelt the dragon bones, no longer holding out hope for the legendary magical core.

Under the continuous burning of the flames, the rows of clean, shimmering ribs slowly melted into liquid, moving towards the central dragon spinal column.

Hun Tiandi exerted his full power to urge the Yellow Spirit Fire, his internal Dou Qi consuming frantically, bringing waves of weakness.

Fortunately, he had the ten-thousand-year stone milk before him; he ingested ten drops to recover his consumed Dou Qi.

After an unknown amount of time, the dragon skeleton, which was over ten zhang long, gradually contracted, shortened... and shrank...

The magical beast ribs all softened and wrapped around the spine, and the sinister dragon head was also being refined and shrunk.

Hun Tiandi's gaze was cold and stern, focused entirely on the raging flames before him, not noticing that at the bottom of the dragon head...

...beneath the refined and shrinking dragon head, a purple, translucent scale the size of a washbasin fell, as if it contained vast energy.

"Eh, what is this?"

Hun Tiandi formed seals with both hands, binding the entire dragon skeleton; the originally ten-zhang-long dragon skeleton had been calcined down to eight zhang.

Suddenly, he voiced his question; at the tail of the dragon skeleton, drops of translucent purple diamonds were condensing, emitting rich energy fluctuations.

"Could it be... dragon marrow? Void Dragon Marrow?"

Hun Tiandi's face was filled with disbelief; he flipped his hand to take out a jade bottle and cautiously placed it at the tail to catch it.

The dragon skeleton continued to be calcined in the flames, which were also changing the shape of the dragon bones.

Time flowed by, never to return, and the dragon skeleton before him had completely changed its appearance.

Standing in the flames was a four-foot-nine-inch long purple-white pole. The bottom tail was slender like a spear tip, and the top was also a sharp spear point. Melted into the side, six inches from the top, was a translucent purple-white dragon head with a pair of perfectly refined purple-white dragon horns.

A pair of purple, jade-like dragon eyes exuded the soul-stirring majesty of an ancient dragon.

This was the perfect banner pole in Hun Tiandi's heart.

He withdrew the flames and grabbed the jade bottle from the ground out of the air; inside, there were actually a full thirty-six drops of Void Dragon Marrow, containing ten times more energy than the purple essence blood.

After dividing it into nine jade bottles, he flipped his hand to take out a white jade box, placed eight of the bottles inside, and after applying a seal, along with the single remaining bottle of Void Dragon Marrow, put them into his storage ring.

Swish!

Hun Tiandi waved his hand casually, and the ten thousand soul banner appeared before him. Looking at the standing ten-year thunder-struck wood used as the banner pole, it seemed a bit unworthy of the transformed banner surface.

"thunder-struck wood, Void Dragon bone, essence blood as a guide, the banner pole transforms."

Hun Tiandi immediately recited a mantra and spat out a mouthful of essence blood.

It landed on the Void Dragon bone and the thunder-struck wood. He formed seals with both hands, striking them into the golden flames, which then fell into the essence blood, turning into fine threads that spread towards the dragon bone.

Hun Tiandi wanted to completely smelt the two together to forge a banner pole that matched the banner surface.

Time slipped away bit by bit. Over the course of three hours, he spat out three consecutive mouthfuls of essence blood. The pale blue thunder-struck wood and the Void Dragon bone drew closer, and under the smelting of the essence blood, they gradually merged into one.

Hun Tiandi continuously struck blood-refining runes into the flames, accelerating their transformation.

When all three hundred and sixty blood-refining runes had been struck into the flames, all he had to do was wait patiently.

Because Hun Tiandi had already completed all the blood-refining steps; whether it would succeed or not depended entirely on heaven's will.

Hun Tiandi ingested ten-thousand-year stone milk, continuously recovering the Dou Qi in his body, and even restoring his essence blood, all while refining the dragon bone banner pole.

The material for the dragon bone banner pole was simply too excellent, rare in the world.

Only natal essence blood could successfully smelt and forge it, and his pale complexion began to become rosy.

Wooo-ooo...

Suddenly, a booming sound emanated from the flames. On the purple banner surface, the beast soul of the Azure Sea Profound Dragon Beast was roaring ferociously, blackish-purple energy surging like a tide, and the sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling were endless.

Fortunately, they were currently in a quiet cave; if they had been in a city, the phenomenon of the ten thousand soul banner would definitely have caused a huge uproar.

"It succeeded..."