127 The Meditation

The storage cave was dead quiet. The four-human head-sized Pearls of Light were the only things that brightened up the space.

On the 10 golden platforms, other than the Drunken Immortal Brew Ling Xian took and the Golden Pages Yue Lian Han snatched, eight treasures stood there harmlessly, moving rhythmically with spiritual energy.

The ground was carpeted with fresh blood and corpses, telling people the cruel tale of Taoism.

Every cultivator who came for good fortune has been killed. A minority of them were killed by Ling Xian, and the rest died in Yue Lian Han’s hands. These cultivators were the stepping stones she used to acquire a treasure and transform herself into a dragon.