Refining the Saint-Perishing Fruit
Redakteur: Noodletown Translations
Entering the neighboring room, Qingfeng took out the Saint-Perishing Fruit and placed it upon the desk before him. "Senior Fire Dragon," he said. "Senior Dark Night Emperor, the two of you can come out now."
In a ray of red light, the Fire Dragon Soul flew out from Qingfeng Li's mind. His body was a transparent specter, shrunk down to just a few meters long as it hovered in mid-air.
The Soul of Dark Night Emperor also flew out from the long sword and floated in the air.
The two of them stared at the Saint-Perishing Fruit sitting on the desk before them, their expressions solemn.
The Saint-Perishing Fruit, as its name suggested, was a treasure that was capable of killing a Saint, originally from the ancient era. It held immense power, and even they had to approach it with caution.
Only a Saint would be able to sense the immense aura that the Saint-Perishing Fruit exuded. Lesser self-cultivators were not able to feel it clearly.