Wolf Fang lifted the curtain: “Brother Daoist David, please.”
David entered the tent.
The tent was simply furnished, with a thick animal skin carpet on the floor and a large brazier in the middle, with a fire burning inside.
An old man sat behind the brazier.
His hair was gray and his face looked old, but he was still very sturdy.
His eyes were dark brown, and his pupils seemed to be on fire.
He was surrounded by a faint aura of bloodline power, which although restrained, still gave off a sense of oppression.
His cultivation level was at the eighth rank of the True Immortal Realm.
Wolf Hao, leader of the Sirius tribe.
David walked to the brazier, stopped, and put his hands together in a sign of respect.
“Leader Wolf Hao, I have long admired you.”
Lang Hao looked at him and was silent for a moment.
Then he smiled.
The smile was sincere, like the wind in the barren land.
“David, you are younger than I imagined.”
He stood up, walked over to David, and looked him up and down.
“A peak attainer of the eighth rank of the Upper Immortal Realm, took out Lei Zhentian, a seventh rank of the True Immortal Realm, in one fell swoop. Very good, you have the ability.”
David smiled and said, “I’m lucky.”
Lang Hao laughed out loud: “Luck? Lei Zhentian has been cultivating lightning techniques for thousands of years. You think luck alone is enough to kill him? Don’t underestimate him.”
He turned and walked back to his seat, gesturing for David to sit down.
“Tell me, what brings you here?”
David didn’t sit down.
He stood there, looked at Lang Hao, and said, “I came to take the Soul Guiding Flame.”
The tent fell silent.
Wolf Fang’s expression changed.
Lang Hao’s smile froze.
“The Soul Guiding Flame is the most precious treasure of my Sirius Clan,” Lang Hao said in a deep voice. “You think you can just take it?”
David looked at him, his voice calm.
“I know. That’s why I’m willing to trade something for it.”
“What’s that?”
What do you want?
Lang Hao was silent for a moment, then sighed.
“David, it doesn’t mean I don’t want to give it to you. The Soul Guiding Flame can’t be used now.”
David frowned slightly: “Why?”
Lang Hao stood up, walked to the back of the tent, and lifted the curtain.
“Come with me.”
Behind the curtain was a small tent, much smaller than the main tent outside, but more beautifully decorated.
In the middle of the tent was a stone bed, and on the stone bed lay an old man.
The old man was even older than Lang Hao, with completely white hair and a face filled with wrinkles, like a crumpled piece of paper.
His eyes were closed, and his breathing was so weak that it was almost inaudible.
A faint golden flame surrounded him; it is the soul’s guiding flame.
The flame was small, only the size of a fist, and hovered above the old man’s chest, rotating slowly.
The color is golden, but not blindingly golden; but rather a warm and soft gold, like the evening light of a setting sun.
“This is my father.”
Lang Hao’s voice was low, with a hint of sobbing, “The previous leader of the Tianlang tribe. Three hundred years ago, he was seriously injured in the battle against the Divine Clan’s Judgment Hall, and his soul was damaged, leaving him in a coma ever since. The Soul Guiding Flame can nourish the soul, and for three hundred years, it was the only thing that kept my father alive.”
He looked at David with a pleading look in his eyes.
“David, if I take the Soul Guiding Flame, my father will be destroyed instantly. It’s not that I don’t want to give it to you, it’s just… I can’t give it to you.”
David was silent for a moment, then walked to the stone bed and looked at the old man.
He could feel that the old man’s spirit was indeed very weak, so weak that it might disappear at any time.
The golden light of the Soul Guiding Flame enveloped his soul, like a thin protective membrane, binding his soul within his body.
“Is there any other way?” David asked.
Lang Hao’s eyes lit up.
“Yes. Ancient scriptures record a type of immortal plant called ‘Soul Gathering Grass,’ which can be refined into ‘Soul Gathering Pills.’ If my father can take the Soul Gathering Pill, his soul can be repaired and he will no longer need the nutrition of the Soul Guiding Flame.”
“Where is the Soul Gathering Grass?” David asked.
Lang Hao’s expression turned serious.
“In the area of the God Clan’s Judgment Hall, there is a canyon called the Abyss of Souls, which is filled with various kinds of spiritual herbs.”
Soul Gathering Grass grows in the deepest part of the Soul Abyss. This place was heavily guarded by the gods, and cultivators below the fourth rank of True God could not enter it.
Even if you manage to get inside, it will be very difficult to collect the Soul Gathering Grass. There were restrictions set by the gods, and guardian spirit beasts there.
FAQ Novel
Q: What is the location of the Sirius Tribe?
A: The Sirius Tribe is situated in the northern Underworld Mountains on Fifteenth Heaven.
Q: Who is the character named Wolf Fang?
A: Wolf Fang is a general of the Sirius Tribe, notable for his wolf skin robe and facial scars.
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