Entering this 'Pill Condensation Cave,' the outermost layer revealed an exceptionally vast pill chamber. Over twenty skeletons of human cultivators sat in meditation here, alongside the remains of two dragons, coiled to the side, reduced merely to bone.

A full thirty pill furnaces lay overturned on the floor. Beneath the nearby earth-pit fire gates, the flames had long since died out. Lacking sufficient spiritual energy supply, it was clear the spiritual flames used for alchemy here had been abandoned.

In addition, there were over sixty side chambers lining the walls. Some were quiet rooms for cultivation, others were higher-tier, independent pill chambers.

Within these, too, were several skeletons, their bones preserved slightly better than those outside, faintly emitting a jade-like luster—clearly cultivators above the Spirit Realm.

These experts who had stepped onto the path of immortality possessed the ability to traverse space. As long as there were no dragons guarding them, escape would have been simple.

Yet, for some unknown reason, they had died here.

Observing closely, one could discern certain wounds, suggesting death by combat. Moreover, most injuries appeared inflicted not by dragons, but by spiritual artifacts and magic treasures belonging to human cultivators. Within the dozen or so pill chambers, there were also traces of fierce battle.

Zong Shou gazed upon these remains and could not help but sigh. What could he say? They had not died at the hands of the dragons. Instead, in the end, they were slain by fellow human cultivators.

After searching further, they found nothing of value. The medicinal ingredients within these cauldrons were all spoiled, and these cultivators possessed nothing on their persons.

The few Qiankun Bags present had completely decayed due to the passage of time, stretching back too long.

Only a few spiritual artifacts with dim light remained, along with the pill cauldrons, which were divided between the two parties—five parts to two. These artifacts were, in truth, already considered ruined. However, if disassembled by a skilled Refiner, their materials were still exceedingly precious. Ye Feishuang, having searched fruitlessly, stopped before a stone door, continuously casting a spiritual art to activate a small spiritual formation at the entrance, then meticulously began deciphering it.

Zong Shou took the opportunity to move the remains of the cultivators outside the cavern and bury them, offering them a final resting place. As for the dragon skeletons, he accepted them with a smile. By the time he returned to the stone door, Ye Feishuang had broken the restriction.

Inside was a staggering row of stone shelves, stretching as far as the eye could see, all lined with medicine bottles.

Zong Shou felt no urge to touch them. He casually picked up a bottle, opened it, and saw that it either reeked of mold or was filled with a dark substance emitting a foul odor.

The lower the grade of the spiritual pill, the harder it was to preserve over time. Since no one had disturbed this place for ten thousand years, it was impossible for any complete spiritual pills to remain.

Ye Feishuang also ignored the contents of this room, walking straight toward the interior until she reached a stone wall deep within, observing it for a moment. Her eyes then gleamed slightly, and she stepped directly into the stone wall before her.

Zong Shou raised an eyebrow, following closely behind, and turned toward Ye Feihan with a smile, asking, "Is it interesting to try and glean information from my sister?"

Ye Feihan’s expression was blank, and she shook her head. "Feihan has never been here, but I remember this place. I've remembered it since childhood. But it's vague; Sister Feishuang knows more—"

Zong Shou's heart skipped a beat. Could it be innate memory? Inherited divine abilities were one thing, but to remember the layout of the Dragon Palace so clearly—the bloodline of these two remained utterly baffling—

Could they be high-grade True Dragons? How was that possible?

Stepping through the stone wall, he saw Ye Feishuang turn back with a faint hint of irony in her gaze: "Is prying information from my sister very entertaining?"

Zong Shou coughed, awkwardly averting his gaze. This place was also a pill chamber, extremely cramped. There were also a few stone shelves, but only a dozen or so pill bottles.

Zong Shou's eyes brightened slightly. He took a bottle, opened it, and instantly, an intoxicating spiritual energy rushed into his nostrils.

"—These are all low-grade Dharma Pills? How should we divide them?"

This was the case for more than ten bottles in a row. Some were spoiled, while others, upon opening, seemed as if the pills inside were about to fly out.

The so-called Spiritual Artifacts and Spiritual Pills of the Cloud Realm were created by structuring a spiritual array within the vessel during the refining process.

But higher-tier Dharma Treasures and Dharma Pills incorporated the power of Natural Laws.

This level already possessed the initial ability to defy life and death, to seize creation.

The higher the grade of the elixir, the stronger its inherent spirituality. It was rumored that some Immortal Pills typically possessed nine orifices, their own consciousness, capable of taking human form.

Two hundred bottles here—even if only half could be preserved, it would be an immense gain. They had come to the right place this time.

Ye Feishuang also picked up and examined the bottles one by one, but her expression gradually dimmed. "We'll split them evenly! You don't need to be so pleased; these spiritual elixirs are exclusive to the Dragon Race. Human cultivators can never consume them. The Dragon Race is long gone from the Cloud Realm; you won't be able to sell them even if you wanted to—"

Zong Shou smiled but said nothing. Even so, a Thunder-Winged Flood Dragon lay latent on his arm. Zong Yuan's Thunder Dragon and Chu Xue's Azure Chi were also useful. He glanced at Feihan, noticing the young girl also wore a look of disappointment. Zong Shou frowned. "Did you not find the Dragon Spirit Blood Rebirth Pill? Is this the only place that has it?"

"Within the Pill Condensation Cave, there was only a five percent chance. Coming here was just to test it. However, it is certainly present in the inheritance ground of the Dragon Palace, but that place is somewhat tricky—"

At this, Ye Feishuang soared into the air again. "Let's go to the Dragon Execution Platform first. Those few weapons there must not fall into the hands of the people from Jue Long City, nor should the Demonic Sect find them—"

Zong Shou was indifferent either way, following in her wake. Since his Soul Sense cultivation reached the Seventh Tier, he no longer needed to gasp for breath after walking a short distance. Traveling by sword, he could traverse a thousand miles for three days and three nights without issue.

The so-called Dragon Execution Platform was located at the westernmost edge of the Dragon Palace—an incomparably massive platform of blood-red stone.

After an hour, when he and Ye Feishuang had circled around, bypassing the sealed spiritual formations, they arrived. Before even approaching, Zong Shou felt a tangible, materialized aura of blood-soaked resentment surging skyward.

At the center stood an immense executioner's blade, towering high.

Nearby were other instruments of torture: two great axes, two silver hooks, and several purple-gold long spikes, from which one could also feel an overwhelming aura of resentment.

Upon drawing near, one could vaguely see dragon silhouettes entwined around these weapons.

The Thunder-Winged Flood Dragon on Zong Shou’s arm shrank into a ball, its dragon markings rapidly fading.

Feishuang and Feihan dared not approach, only watching Zong Shou eagerly.

Even the Ice-Eyed Youth, whose expression was usually vacant, instinctively showed a flicker of fear.

Zong Shou suddenly understood. No wonder Ye Feishuang had said these Dragon Race execution tools must not fall into the hands of Jue Long City.

Having slaughtered too many dragons, these instruments had been constantly doused with dragon blood, inherently capable of restraining the Dragon Race. If taken by members of the Demonic Sect, they could similarly be refined into supreme Demonic Treasures.

The executioner's blade was naturally for decapitation; the great axes were likely for severing limbs. As for the two silver hooks, they were most likely used for tearing tendons and ripping out bones. The purple-gold long spikes needed no further explanation. It was said that the ancient practice of nailing human fingers and toes, derived from the principle that 'all ten fingers are connected to the heart,' was transmitted from the Dragon Race.

Before Zong Shou could examine them closely, he felt an anomaly. Without hesitation, he cast several spiritual talismans in succession.

These were Spirit Item Fetching Talismans. These special weapons, likely high-grade 'Dharma Treasures,' each weighed tens of millions of catties. Especially the Dragon Severing Blade, which weighed at least over three hundred million catties—impossibly heavy. With his strength, he could not move them at all. He could only use the Fetching Talismans to move them into his Qiankun Bag.

But the moment they were placed inside, the Qiankun Bag shook violently, struck by the power of resentment and almost bursting open.

Zong Shou was slightly startled. Fortunately, he possessed a Spirit Ring with inherent spatial properties. He had no choice but to transfer these items into the Spirit Ring.

Hardly had these Dragon Race execution tools been secured when several faint auras appeared behind him. Five figures clad in black, either stepping through the air or riding artifacts, rapidly descended.

When the five landed, they were stunned to see Zong Shou and the others there, seemingly having not expected anyone to arrive before them.

Then, upon seeing that the execution platform was entirely empty, they all frowned, revealing looks of anger.

Flying closer and landing, one man stepped forward. He appeared to be the leader of the group, staring coldly at Zong Shou: "Are you Zong Shou of the Qiantian Demon King Sect? These execution tools seem unrelated to your Qiantian Mountain? Might I ask if you could return those Dragon Race artifacts to my Jue Long City? Naturally, I will offer suitable treasures in exchange; His Highness will certainly not be disadvantaged—"

Zong Shou did not speak, returning the gaze with the look one gives an idiot. The black-clad man grew slightly annoyed again, then suppressed it: "We came specifically for the items here. If Your Highness is unwilling to yield them, it will be difficult for us to report back. Although the Dragon Shadow Elder is strong, my Jue Long City might not fear him. I ask Your Highness to reconsider!"

"Are you threatening me with those words?"

Zong Shou smiled, the light in his eyes shifting. The black-clad man’s breathing hitched momentarily, feeling that Zong Shou’s aura was exceptionally dangerous at that moment.

However, observing that the youth was only at the Seventh Tier of Soul Power, not even having condensed a Heavenly Talisman yet, only the Ice-Eyed Man nearby, whose aura hinted at the Ninth Tier, caused him slight apprehension.

—But it was merely apprehension.

Four at the Seventh Tier, one at the Ninth—the strength of both sides was, at best, equal. As for the two girls, he paid them no mind. He glanced at Zong Yuan and the others, a faint smirk appearing on his lips: "Saying that seems excessive! The style of my Jue Long City has always been to reason things out. I ask Your Highness to name a price. I hear your Qiantian Mountain is currently hanging by a thread; must you invite more powerful enemies?"

Before he finished speaking, in the next instant, Zong Shou shook his head: "But I do not care for reasoning with people!"

With a sweep of his large sleeve, several streaks of white light shot out, transforming into unrecognizable flashes that sped forward.

The black-clad man's pupils contracted, and he instinctively felt a tremendous sense of horror. He retreated rapidly, flashing sword lights to intercept, striking the white lights in a series of six clanging sounds. It was unclear whether they were hidden weapons or something else, but they were narrowly repelled.

But the final streak could not be resisted. A flash of silvery-white blade light severed his neck abruptly! Blood immediately erupted like a spring!