"There was a ssage before, saying that a Dragon Scale Beast had escaped from the depths last ti! Perhaps, Moya Ke died in the jaws of the Dragon Scale Beast?"
"Indeed, the sensation of the tremor felt quite distant, but with such surging demonic power, it’s truly possible that it was the work of the Dragon Scale Beast!"
"If the Dragon Scale Beast killed Moya Ke, I’m afraid we too would be delivering ourselves to death if we went. Shall we ask the Chairman to co out?"
"The Chairman, I’m afraid he won’t co, right? After all, he has transcended the realm of martial artists, and perhaps he’s no longer interested in the Abyssal Prohibition!"
"True, the Chairman also needs to be mindful of the envoy from the Heavenly Book Academy. If he enters the Abyssal Prohibition, he might miss them!"
After so discussion, they finally decided to pass the news here to the Chairman.
After dispatching a Martial Artist in the early stages of the Soul Refinent Realm to relay the ssage back, the remaining five Soul Refinent Realm Martial Artists headed in the direction from where the commotion had previously co.
They could faintly sense the presence of spiritual power, which naturally allowed them to see slightly clearer the path beneath their feet.
Moreover, with the map of the periter of the Abyssal Prohibition, the Polar Treasure eting’s map was even more detailed than that of the Heavenly Book Academy, so they weren’t afraid of losing their way.
However, after Xiao Hei’s fall, they had entered a molting process, and they could no longer feel the tremors or the flow of demonic power.
Because of this, the people in the valley were unaware of the impending danger.
The Soul Refinent Realm Martial Artist had also relayed the ssage back to the Polar Treasure eting!
Inside the royal palace.
A Qi Cultivator sat cross-legged in a humble wooden hut.
A dish of sandalwood burned, sending up andering wisps of unique, refreshing fragrance.
Hearing footsteps outside the hut, he slowly opened his eyes.
"Weren’t you off to the Abyssal Prohibition to search for Moya Ke? Why have you co back?"
As these words were spoken, the person outside fell to the ground with a thud, kneeling before him!
"Reporting to the Chairman, we may have encountered a Dragon Scale Beast, and it’s highly likely the beast killed Moya Ke and took the Night Spirit Pearl!"
"The Dragon Scale Beast?"
The Chairman slowly stood up, having no interest in the Dragon Scale Beast.
The Dragon Scale Beast was highly intelligent; if he went searching for it, he’d likely have to spend so ti.
He didn’t care much even for the depths of the Abyssal Prohibition either, fearing that he might miss the opportunity to enter the Immortal Sect.
He had spent decades operating the Polar Treasure eting as a Cultivator, all to gather resources and forge them into a stepping stone for his entrance into the Immortal Sect!
The envoy from the Heavenly Book Academy was one of his targets!
But now, with the news of the Dragon Scale Beast, perhaps it was worth a try!
In the face of absolute strength, no matter how powerful the Dragon Scale Beast was, it was no match for him!
"Are you certain?"
The Chairman stood up.
The claws and scales of the Dragon Scale Beast, they were not too shabby.
Once he entered the Immortal Sect, they could serve as small gifts to present to his fellow sect mbers, helping him to get familiar and ultimately take root within the Immortal Sect!
"Certain, apart from the Dragon Scale Beast, we can think of no one else capable of killing Moya Ke!"
Hearing this answer, the Chairman couldn’t help but think of Lu Chen, and he counter-asked, "What about the young man with the black flood dragon snake?"
"He might... have been killed by the Dragon Scale Beast too, right? After all, if even Moya Ke has died, could he be stronger than Moya Ke? Besides, the black flood dragon snake is just a juvenile. It’s probably the black flood dragon snake that attracted the Dragon Scale Beast!"
The Chairman nodded slightly, finding it quite plausible.
After all, there was still a month before the weakening of the Abyssal Prohibition’s barrier, so there was no rush to make a trip!
"Wait for a mont, you lead the way!"
The Chairman said, picking up a crudely-made pouch from beside his bed, which appeared to be woven from hemp rope, and hung it at his waist. Then he stood up and walked outside the hut.
"Let’s go, to the Abyssal Prohibition! I want to see for myself, what kind of a demon beast dares to harm my Polar Treasure eting’s people. It really has a death wish!"
As he spoke, he touched the storage pouch at his waist, where the most precious items collected by the Polar Treasure eting over the years lay within—because this pouch was a storage bag used by Cultivators!
Inside were many fine things, which the Chairman always carried with him!
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