The True Dragon's Tooth was almost within reach.
Ling Han walked forwards. He had already come all this way, so no matter what, he wanted to make an attempt. Even if, at the end, he had to use the Revere Life Sword to slash at it brutally, or even ask Small Tower to move, he wanted to give it a try.
The divine item was left behind by a True Dragon[1]; even in the Immortal Realm, this was something that would be fought over, wasn't it?
Weng, when Ling Han walked in front of that purple halo of light, the halo rippled as if it was water, and wrapped around him. He looked down, and saw that the Flower of Dead Souls in his grip was exuding a faint light that seemed to form some kind of echo with this purple halo.
Realization dawned on him. If this wasn't the case, then so many people managed to come here before—though they all died eventually—why was there a need to have the Flower of Dead Souls to be capable of obtaining the True Dragon's Tooth?
