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She pointed toward the darker side of the dense forests, and Zhu Minglang summoned the Divine Green Holy Dragon to carry them forward.

The trees were tall, their canopies thick. The Divine Green Holy Dragon flew between the huge trunks, its vertical azure pupils occasionally sweeping the sky-reaching layers of foliage as if something within them was watching them.

After flying about ten miles, Zhu Minglang saw a river of nothingness that fiercely poured from the canopy above, slamming down onto the hard earth below.

On the ground lay a Mourning Dragon.

This Mourning Dragon was very unique, its skull semitransparent so one could see the glistening brain matter through its bony head. The entire dragon burned with black flames, claws, tail, and neck adorned with flame scales of blue!

The river of nothingness irrigated down, sweeping the Black Fire Bereaved Dragon against a huge mid-mountain tree. The giant tree remained unshakable, but the Black Fire Bereaved Dragon nearly shattered to pieces!

Soon, a graceful woman descended from the canopy above, her robes dancing lightly, her skin snowy white, lips red like flames, appearing like a fairy one wouldn’t dare to desecrate in thought.

“Ling Sha,” Li Xinghua’s face broke into a smile.

“Miss Lingsha, we were worried that you might be in danger… It seems that our concern was somewhat unnecessary,” Zhu Minglang said, glancing at the Mourning Dragon, which was barely clinging to life.

The creatures from the Ancient Ruins should be wary of this female painter instead.

“I found this,” Nan Lingsha stretched out her delicate palm, on which lay a very small scale feather.

Zhu Minglang examined it closely and it seemed to closely resemble the scale feather of a Fiend Star Dragon!

Zhu Minglang deliberately touched it with his hand, finding Nan Lingsha’s palm very soft… uh, and discovered that the chill from the scale feather spread rapidly through his body, causing him to shiver uncontrollably!

“It’s a Fiend Star Dragon’s scale feather; the Fiend Star Dragon really is hiding in these ruins!” Zhu Minglang exclaimed with delight.

“This dragon, it’s very strong,” Nan Lingsha remarked.

With a casual flick of her wrist, Nan Lingsha threw a calligraphy brush, which like a sharp, black sword, pierced through the skull of the gasping Black Fire Bereaved Dragon. The radiant marrow inside the dragon’s head spilled out as it died, its semi-liquid brain matter oozing out.

“This is Starlight Marrow, it absorbs the power of the stars and transforms into the magic power of certain special creatures… Collect more of this,” Mr. Jinli appeared without warning and began studying the brain marrow of the Black Fire Bereaved Dragon earnestly.

“Why collect this?” Zhu Minglang inquired.

“Of course, it’s to strengthen Bai Qi; you can’t find this good stuff outside,” Mr. Jinli said somewhat annoyed.

“On the mid-mountain tree, there is a little nest of the Black Fire Bereaved Dragon, and these dragons have been collecting these scale feathers…” Nan Lingsha pointed up towards the canopy.

“Then I’ll take care of it now,” Zhu Minglang said, rubbing his hands together eagerly.

If it’s a treasure, then there’s no need to stand on ceremony.

“This was the last one,” Nan Lingsha said lightly, gesturing to the Black Fire Bereaved Dragon that had just breathed its last.

Zhu Minglang leaped onto the canopy, wriggling through the thick branches, and saw a Dragon Nest entirely built from black tree trunks…

However, surrounding the nest, the corpses of many Black Fire Bereaved Dragons lay haphazardly, their deaths apparently quite tragic.

Why did these Black Fire Bereaved Dragons provoke Nan Lingsha?

Zhu Minglang collected the Starlight Marrow as Mr. Jinli had instructed. Even though it felt like reaping where he hadn’t sown, Zhu Minglang didn’t mind playing the role of a newbie who followed the big shot and picked up treasures.

While processing, Zhu Minglang indeed found several Fiend Star Dragon Scale Feathers.

It was curious why the Black Fire Bereaved Dragons would carry the scale feathers of a Fiend Star Dragon. Could it be that the Bereaved Dragons also followed a culture of worship, thinking that carrying the fallen scale feathers of the mightiest dragon could bring them good luck?

He brought these scale feathers to Li Xinghua, who took each feather in her hand for a moment and closed her eyes, using the Prophet’s Divine Sense.

With the help of these scale feathers, Li Xinghua could see the fuzzy images of the moments they fell.

Therefore, the more recently a feather had fallen, the more valuable it was for reference!

“Dark Star Grass, mountain peak, waterfall, waning moon…” Li Xinghua murmured to herself.

She saw a footprint, heavily stamped on a patch of Dark Star Grass growing on the side of a mountain, and at the same time, a broken Scale Feather was caught on the Dark Star Grass.

Then, she saw a mountain peak, followed by a waterfall, and lastly, a waning moon in the dim sky, and this moon…

Suddenly, Li Xinghua’s eyes flew open, the brilliant light like a sea of stars in the depths of her eyes slowly fading away as she lifted her head, gazing at the now exceedingly dim sky.

A waning moon!

It was the time of the waning moon right now!

Li Xinghua released her grip, handing the scale feather back to Zhu Minglang, and said, “This is a scale feather it has just shed. I think I know where it’s hiding.”

Zhu Minglang couldn’t help but admire his Prophet sister-in-law inwardly.

Tracking ancient dragons like this seemed to render the so-called rich experience and outstanding tracking skills of dragon hunters unworthy of mention in front of Li Xinghua!

After passing through the giant forest, a series of staggered colossal cliffs appeared before them.

These enormous cliffs were essentially separate from the land. They were lifted into the air by the extremely tough Sky Support Vines, resembling castles perched on the edge of a cliff. Under the dim sky, they exuded a powerful oppressive force, as if each massive Floating Mountain Cliff housed ancient and formidable Demonic Beasts!

“It’s Dark Star Grass,” Li Xinghua pointed to one side of the cliff, spotting the special grass patches emitting a dim light.

“We’re getting closer and closer to the Fiend Star Dragon,” Zhu Minglang said. “Miss Lingsha, don’t be too hasty to take action later, as we still can’t estimate the strength of the Fiend Star Dragon.”

“Mhm,” Nan Lingsha responded nonchalantly.

Dragons…

She really couldn’t muster any interest.

If it had been Nan Yuso, she probably wouldn’t have this expression.

After leaping across several large Floating Mountain Cliffs, Zhu Minglang saw a Waterfall Floating Cliff!

Still, the Sky Support Vines had lifted the huge mountain into the dim skies, but atop this great cliff, many streams flowed down, forming a very beautiful waterfall skirt at the bottom of the cliff.

“Fiend Star Dragon…” Zhu Minglang saw a figure, not as massive and burly as he had imagined, but slender and graceful like an Azure Dragon!

It was coiled at the top of the mountain, lazy and noble, with a pair of Starry Sky Wings slowly stretching and flapping gently, the brilliance on those wings surpassing the real night sky!!!