Chen Xiao’s brow creased faintly. Both the tombs of the North Sea dragons and the Ancient Tree of Life in the Endless Desert were things of legend. Gone with the wind in the ashes of the two supreme factions, the Skydragon Pearl and fruit of the ancient tree were long buried in the graveyard of history. Though not at the level of a Fusang Purewood, the two items had still been among the greatest treasures of the immortal world.

“I can find the dragon tombs!”  Lu Yun resolutely declared, not shying away from Chen Xiao’s gaze in the least. “With the Fusang Purewood now in our hands, we can ease Qing Han’s pain. But to thoroughly cleanse the poisons from his body, we need to gather all three items.”

“Alright.” Chen Xiao nodded gently. “Leave the Ancient Tree of Life to me; you...