Dustin pointed at the lines on the stele: “Resembles an elixir of immortality, yet is a supreme evil,” and “Those who consume it will have their souls destroyed or become dragon puppets.” His voice was low and grave. “It seems the so-called ‘Immortal Elixir’ we’ve been searching for is likely this very Dragonblood Bodhi . It isn’t a true elixir of ascension at all, but a vile creation born from the corrupted power of the Demonic Dragon, fused with the spiritual veins of this land.” This revelation struck Margaret like a bolt of lightning. Her face went pale in an instant. All her hardships, all the guards who had fallen for her quest—only for the prize to be a cursed object that could destroy the soul or turn one into a monster? “How could this be…” she staggered, nearly losing her balance. Was her father’s only hope truly shattered here? At that moment, one of the remaining guards, gazing at the garden full of plants glowing with enticing light, coul...