Under One Person, Golden Light Transforms into God

The dragon corpse, which is tens of millions of meters long, is naturally enormous. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe that such a colossal creature could exist in the world.

But the true dragon is dead, leaving only its corpse.

For the two of them, it only took a few breaths to reach the middle section of the dragon's corpse, which was the dragon's belly.

An intuition compelled the two to stop, without needing to guess further.

Inside the dragon's belly, which is more spacious than a dozen football fields, a table made of solidified bones is in the most conspicuous position.

Their eyes met, and they walked forward together.

On the first ancient table, there was a withered tree about half a meter tall, with branches laden with fruit. But the tree itself was dead, so how could the fruit possibly be preserved?

Only the lingering dark red color amidst the grayness suggests that long ago, these fruits and this fruit tree had an extraordinary origin.

Hengyue said softly, "It's a thousand-year-old Vermilion Fruit. In the past, there were hundred-year-old Vermilion Fruits everywhere in Grandpa Ao's cave, and I ate as many as I wanted. But thousand-year-old Vermilion Fruits are relatively rare, and you can only eat them once every few days."

Hengyue's gaze was unfocused, but Zhang Huaidan could tell from the Dragon Lord's words that he was very wealthy.

He had never seen a red fruit in his entire life; he had only learned about it through dry texts in classical books.

Vermilion fruit belongs to the category of rare and precious materials. A hundred-year-old Vermilion fruit is considered the finest among them, while a thousand-year-old Vermilion fruit is too far removed from that era.

In this degenerate age, imagining those illusory and unreal things only adds to our troubles.

However, right now, there is a thousand-year-old Vermilion Fruit in front of me, and this is only the first relic of the old Dragon King.

Lost in thought, Hengyue reached out and plucked a vermilion fruit.

It seems like they want to taste the flavors of their childhood.

But as soon as she picked a shriveled fruit, the thousand-year-old vermilion fruit tree trembled slightly, collapsed in the blink of an eye, and turned into a pool of blackish-gray powder.

The vermilion fruit in his hand also turned into dust with a light, dark red hue.

Hengyue stood there, stunned. Zhang Huaidan shook his head. It had been too long!

With the death of the Dragon King, the cave was left without a master.

If an ordinary family's house is uninhabited for more than ten years, it will inevitably fall into disrepair.

Although the Dragon Lord's Cave is far superior to cement and bricks, it has been abandoned for hundreds of years. This cave has shrunk to the point where it is not even as large as the Fox Fairy Secret Realm. Even if there is a thousand-year-old Vermilion Fruit Tree, it will be worn down beyond recognition by time.

He felt a little regretful, as he wanted to taste what the thousand-year-old vermilion fruit tasted like!

Hengyue pursed her lips and suddenly put the powder from the Vermilion Fruit into her mouth. Zhang Huaidan was startled: "Don't eat it! Spit it out! Who knows what will happen in a few hundred years!"

Hengyue remained silent, simply swallowing the food down her throat.

Zhang Huaidan was both amused and exasperated; this was just too childish!
Hengyue put one hand on her hip, her face clearly showing distress, but she stubbornly insisted, "It's sweet!"

Zhang Huaidan gave her a strange look: "So childish, like a little kid."

He couldn't find any other way to describe Hengyue's behavior than childish.

Is she really an ancient monster who has lived for hundreds of years?

Or is it that their scheming is truly that deep?

Hengyue was stunned for a moment, as if she had been hit where it hurt: "What did you say!"

She flew into a rage: "How dare you call me naive? I'm old enough to be your ancestor for eighteen generations! Kid, I'll give you a chance to change your mind."

Zhang Huaidan rolled her eyes. That's precisely why it's so childish!

She ignored him and walked toward the bone jade platform next to her.

Hengyue stared intently at his retreating figure, seemingly having already mentally reprimanded Zhang Huaidan a hundred times, before following him with a disgruntled expression.

Before them stood another rare and precious plant, no less valuable than a thousand-year-old Vermilion Fruit. It must be said, the Old Dragon Lord truly possesses a vast collection of treasures; whose possessions are filled with such rare and precious plants, tree and roots alike!

However, just like the thousand-year-old vermilion fruit, it was also worn away by time. With a gentle touch, Zhang Huaidan turned it into dust under the great power of time, just like the one he had just touched.

He refused to believe it and walked past more than a dozen bone jade platforms, all of which contained whole rare and precious herbs, some nourishing the soul, some warming the body, and some increasing cultivation...

The sheer variety is astonishing.

This reveals just how abundant the legacy left by the old Dragon King was, and how comprehensive the preparations were.

However, the relentless passage of time is truly lamentable.

There were dozens of trees, the lowest of which were rare and precious natural treasures of the thousand-year-old Vermilion Fruit level, and without exception, they had all lost their original appearance.

Even Zhang Huaidan couldn't help but feel depressed, as if he had entered a treasure mountain but gained nothing.

"If you had returned to the Dragon Lord's Cave sooner, these rare and precious treasures wouldn't have been lost... Sigh!"

The rare and precious materials left behind by the Dragon King were all whole trees with roots attached, and in the beginning, it was not difficult to keep them alive.

Even if the harvest of rare and precious materials takes a very long time, it still represents a continuous supply of resources for cultivation.

Furthermore, even without intending to support him, Zhang Huaidan estimated that the remnants on the dozen or so bone jade platforms alone should be enough for him to cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage.

Hengyue said unhappily, "How would I know? Besides, why couldn't you have been born sooner so you could have come back to the cave with me?"

Zhang Huaidan chuckled. He just thought it was a pity and said it casually without dwelling on it too much.

Turn to the bone jade platform on the other side.

The rare and precious materials were only a small part of what the Dragon King left behind.

And it's just a small part of the outermost periphery.

Even if a True Lord is truly at his wit's end, how could he possibly be left with only a few Vermilion Fruits?

Zhang Huaidan had reason to suspect that these dozens of rare and precious plants were to the Dragon Lord what the most beautiful flowers and plants in his garden were.

The sound was like tearing silk, harsh and unpleasant to the ear.

On the first bone jade platform on this side, lies a long sword covered in moss.

When Zhang Huaidan pulled it out, it made a strange sound.

Hengyue covered her ears: "Can you be a little quieter? Respect what Grandpa Ao left behind!"

Zhang Huaidan remained silent, only continuing to draw his sword. With a muffled thud, he pulled out half of the rusty longsword; the other half was probably stuck in its scabbard and wouldn't come out.

Hengyue glared at him. Zhang Huaidan ran his fingers over the sword; it was rusted through, and even scrap dealers might not take it.

Zhang Huaidan didn't think the sword was trash, since it could be placed on the bone jade platform.

As the rough rust slid across his fingertips, he seemed to see a divine weapon that gleamed with a cold light, a weapon that countless people coveted but could not obtain.

Will even divine weapons turn into mortal objects after hundreds of years?
As Zhang Huaidan pondered, his gaze suddenly sharpened, and with a flick of his finger, he revealed the thick rust on the sword guard, showing two small characters.

Startled slightly.

Hengyue, being uneducated, asked, "What character is this?"

Zhang Huaidan said in a low voice, "Qinggang, Cao Cao's sword."

He quickly frowned, finding it hard to believe.

Let's not even talk about why Cao Cao's sword is here.

Divine weapons aren't rare treasures; they've survived for over a thousand years, surely they can last a few hundred more? (End of Chapter)