Ye Feishuang exclaimed, hastily inquiring.

Zong Shou felt a stir in his heart upon hearing this. Seeing the look on the woman's face, could it be that this Yuan Yun Spring was truly something extraordinary?

Ye Feishuang, seeing Zong Shou nod in confirmation, took a deep breath and said in a solemn voice, "The Yuan Yun Spring is the finest healing medicine of the Dragon Clan. It can recover any kind of injury. And if it is the Yuan Yun Essence Spring, it can even restore true dragons that have formed their cores. Even if the physical body dissipates, it can be instantly restored. If this substance exists, it can also substitute for the Dragon Spirit Blood Nurturing Pill. Furthermore, it possesses the ability to nurture dragons; soaking in the Yuan Yun Essence Spring can greatly increase the possibility of transformation into a true dragon for creatures like Jiao, Chi, or Python." You have good fortune with your spirit beast—"

As she spoke, Ye Feishuang looked toward the seventh-tier Thunder Winged Jiao still circling beside Zong Shou.

"Nurture dragons?"

Zong Shou roughly understood the meaning. This was truly a case of getting what he wished for; he had traveled thousands of miles to this Third Dragon Hall precisely to increase the Thunder Winged Jiao's chances of transforming into an eighth-tier dragon.

Even the lowest-grade dragon species would bring about an earth-shattering change in combat power.

If there were surplus, he could store some away. When Zong Yuan broke through to the eighth tier, he could also use it to restore the physical body of the soul of that eighth-tier Thunder Dragon.

"Then, what purpose do you and your sister have for seeking the Dragon Spirit Blood Nurturing Pill? Is it to heal your mother's injuries?"

Ye Feishuang fell silent. Ye Feihan wanted to answer but was firmly stopped by Ye Feishuang.

Zong Shou secretly shook his head. It seemed this woman still harbored limited trust in him. Or perhaps Ye Feishuang was being cautious of the Dao of the Common People.

Instantly, Zong Shou pondered again and said, "Then, if a Divine Realm true dragon suffers the shattering of its Dragon Core, can the Yuan Yun Spring heal it?"

Losing the Dragon Core was, strictly speaking, an injury. Since the Yuan Yun Spring could completely heal dragons who had formed their cores, perhaps it could also help Ao Kun reform his Dragon Core.

"I am not entirely sure about that! I only know that the Yuan Yun Spring is the sacred healing spring of my Dragon Clan, and its efficacy is almost what humans call bringing the dead back to life and regrowing bones—"

Ye Feishuang looked slightly puzzled, not knowing why Zong Shou was asking this. Did a Divine Realm true dragon that had lost its Dragon Core actually exist in this Cloud Realm? And for Zong Shou to happen to know one—how could that be possible?

"But whether it can help a true dragon condense a Dragon Core again, Ye Feishuang does not know. Though I belong to the Dragon Clan lineage, the inherited memories are ultimately limited."

Zong Shou sighed; the hope that had been rising within him sank once more. Nevertheless, visiting the Yuan Yun Spring was essential.

"It's worth checking out anyway!"

After collecting all those Holy Fire Silver Ants into his Qiankun Pouch, Zong Shou then saw Ruoshui looking somewhat envious at Chuxue, who was lying on the back of the Cold Gold Tiger.

He couldn't help but shake his head inwardly; he had almost forgotten that Ruoshui was also fond of sleeping. Ever since being poisoned, she had been like this. As long as there was nothing urgent, she always preferred to lie down.

His instinct was to simply put the girl Chuxue into the Spirit Mustard Ring. However, with the spiritual artifacts emanating fierce, malevolent energy inside, it seemed inappropriate at the moment. He could only let things be.

He then turned to Ye Feihan: "Feihan little sister, are you afraid of me?"

"Not at all!"

Ye Feihan shook her head without hesitation, her tone firm and decisive: "Han'er only knows that Brother Shou would never harm me—"

Zong Shou was initially pleased and chuckled softly. Hearing the latter half, he was rendered speechless.

"Didn't I tell you to call me Brother Shou!"

Zong Yuan, standing nearby, couldn't help but smile wryly at this.

Neither the Feishuang nor Feihan sisters remembered the location of the Yuan Yun Spring, so they could only follow the map they had seized.

Although many parts of the spirit array drawn on that scroll map were blank or deficient, the overall layout was accurate. Coupled with the supplementary information from Ye Feishuang's inherited memories, they encountered no major dangers along the way.

Zong Shou secretly marveled at the benefit of having sufficient intelligence. If they had followed Fang Ming's group, he suspected he would still be wandering aimlessly inside this Dragon Hall right now, like a headless fly.

In fact, according to the map on the scroll, there were markers for dozens of rare spiritual treasures along their route—for instance, the medicinal garden far to the east made Zong Shou's mouth water with desire.

But the spirit arrays surrounding those places were, without exception, rigorously secured.

Even with Zong Shou's mastery of array formations, by examining the structure of the spirit arrays, he could tell that those locations were bound to be extremely perilous, with not the slightest exploitable flaw.

The marked location of the Yuan Yun Spring, while not the core area of this Dragon Hall, was situated in the deepest part, an inconspicuous and remote location.

When the group arrived there half a day later, they were all stunned when Zong Shou first descended on his sword.

Where was the Yuan Yun Spring? It was simply a large mountain. When their soul sense swept across the area, they could not find any trace of it.

Ye Feishuang's face was the most unpleasant. After searching everywhere fruitlessly, she managed a strained smile: "It must be that the people from Jue Long City mixed up the Third Dragon Hall with the other Halls. Come to think of it, how could I and Feihan have no memory of such an important spiritual spring as the Yuan Yun Spring? There is nothing here. I think we should hurry to the inheritance ground soon—"

Zong Shou remained noncommittal, reopening the scroll and staring at it blankly.

The terrain and array map of the Dragon Hall on this scroll were three-dimensional and roughly corresponded to this Third Dragon Hall.

However, there were peculiarities. The other spiritual items were mostly marked with accurate positions. Only the Yuan Yun Spring was vaguely scribbled in the far northwest corner.

After a moment of thought, Zong Shou looked up at the sky. Then, he chuckled again: "This is why I hate those hidden dungeons the most."

Ye Feishuang and the others were startled, wondering what a "hidden dungeon" was.

Then, in the next instant, Zong Shou consecutively tossed nine eighth-tier spirit stones into the air.

When they reached five hundred zhang, Zong Shou detonated them all, one by one. In an instant, immeasurable spiritual tides violently surged out, sweeping and impacting every direction, permeating every corner.

This was a crucial technique known to every player in the game Divine Emperor ten thousand years in the future, widely known.

Especially in the middle and later stages, many dungeons featured complex spirit arrays. But truly skilled formation masters were few and far between. Thus, this method became increasingly vital.

Using a vast surge of spiritual energy, they employed the clumsiest method: brute-force cracking. Basically, almost any restriction or trap could be exposed this way.

However, this method consumed a considerable number of spirit stones. It was not affordable for ordinary people.

Another prerequisite was that the array breaker themselves must possess a decent foundation in formation arts, or the spirit array restriction must already have a flaw.

Therefore, unless it was for exceptionally rare spiritual treasures, or incredibly wealthy young masters, or large guilds pioneering dungeons, this technique was seldom used.

Zong Shou had the confidence to detonate all nine eighth-tier spirit stones at once only because he was currently quite affluent.

As the spiritual energy washed over the area, thousands of spirit array restriction patterns flickered in the void, firmly sealing this space.

But then, a fissure—not too large, just enough for three people to pass through—was revealed slightly to the right in the air.

And within the clouds a thousand zhang high, a faint door also materialized.

Calling it a 'door' was inaccurate; it was merely a vortex gathering dense spatial spiritual energy.

Zong Shou's eyes brightened slightly, and without hesitation, he soared up, passing through the fissure.

Ye Feishuang started, then followed closely behind Zong Shou.

The spirit array restriction patterns were constantly shifting, and the exposed fissure began to disappear and change position as time passed.

Zong Shou showed no hesitation, throwing out spirit stone beast crystals one after another, weaving through the fleeting gaps.

In just a moment, he reached the vortex. Passing through it, the heavens and earth instantly shifted, and the scene was vastly different from before.

"You have such a place within your Dragon Hall."

The Dragon Hall was where the Dragon Clan gathered. Although solemn and luxurious, its style was rough and expansive.

But before Zong Shou's eyes, this area, less than thirteen thousand zhang in circumference, appeared incredibly refined.

All the arrangements resembled the private gardens of human nobility—the scenery was picturesque, exquisitely beautiful.

In the distance stood a high platform, appearing magnificent and imposing.

Ye Feishuang, following behind him, was also astonished as she gazed upon this place. Shaking her head, she said, "I don't know! This place should be what's called the Dome Realm. I wonder which Saint Realm expert built it, placing the entrance within my Dragon Hall. No wonder Feihan and I have no memory of it."

Zong Shou had already perceived that the situation here roughly resembled the Dome Realm of the Common People. In reality, the location was likely not inside the Dragon Hall.

Looking around, Zong Shou tossed several spirit stones into the sky again. After they all detonated, he discovered that this place surprisingly lacked many restriction patterns.

The spirit arrays here seemed to have completely collapsed, riddled with holes.

Zong Shou suddenly ascended, and in moments, he arrived at a spot to the north. There was a clear, cold pool of water, about one hundred and fifty zhang long and wide, with spiritual light contained within.

When he reached it, Zong Shou realized this pool was not only wide but also extremely deep. His spiritual sense probed down—could it be four hundred zhang deep?

A pool of water this vast—could it all be Yuan Yun Spring? If so, the Yuan Yun Spring water would be too cheap.

A hint of surprise flickered in Ye Feishuang's eyes: "Fourteen thousand years of accumulation is indeed extraordinary. This spring water is enough to help ten ninth-tier Flood Dragons transform into their dragon forms."

Zong Shou was momentarily stunned again—tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of tons of Dragon Nurturing Spring could only help ten Flood Dragons transform?

Ye Feishuang continued, "The Dragon Nurturing Essence Spring should be at the very bottom. You found the clue to this place, and we succeeded entirely through your efforts. Feishuang will shamelessly only take one-tenth—"

As she spoke, she tossed a jade bottle into the deep pool.