Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor-Chapter 975 - 974: Ancient Tear

The changes in time within the Ancient Divine Mountain did not concern Su Han. He and Little Qing, one on each side, sat on the vines, talking from sunrise to sunset and from sunset to sunrise.

A full ten days have passed this way, without eating or drinking, just talking.

Sometimes, they might run out of things to say, or perhaps some words were hard to express, so there would be moments of silence, followed by bouts of laughter.

Two grown men, seemingly with endless things to talk about...

And through these ten days of conversation, Su Han learned that Little Qing was alive because Nuwa had obtained the Nuwa Stone from Su Han and agreed to help resurrect Little Qing.

But resurrection is not without its conditions.

Little Qing became the guardian god of the Ancient Divine Mountain and has remained here since his resurrection and since the mountain existed, never having left.

Within this ancient mountain, there are nine guardian gods, but who the other eight are, Su Han neither knew nor cared.

Little Qing originally could not speak, but upon his revival, as he experienced the changes from the Primeval Period to the Desolate Antiquity with human evolution, significant transformations occurred.

These changes owe much to Little Qing, and it can even be said that the current human language was created by him.

His inspiration came from the Dwarf Clan, as well as Su Han, who once visited the Archaic Era.

Su Han did not ask too much, such as whether the other savages were truly dead, or whether the surrounding scenes were real or fake.

He knew Little Qing had parents who died in a catastrophic disaster, and Little Qing was resurrected because of Nuwa, who stopped existing in the mortal world after mending the heavens.

Su Han wouldn’t bring up these things that could cause Little Qing sadness.

...

On the eleventh day, they finally got to serious matters.

"You won’t stay here for long, so let’s not talk about other things. When you came here, what did you want?"

Little Qing looked at Su Han and said earnestly, "I’m the guardian god here. As long as it exists here and I can do it, I’ll help you."

Su Han nodded, without words of gratitude, as such formalities weren’t necessary between them.

"I want the Ancient Tear," Su Han said.

"The Ancient Tear?"

Little Qing was surprised for a moment and then asked, "What do you want with such a worthless thing? It’s merely the grievances of a group of remnant souls."

"Grievances?" Su Han expressed doubt.

"Yes, grievances."

Little Qing explained, "The destruction in the Ancient Period and Primeval Period never revealed their reasons. Many living beings perished, including my previous self... The unresolved grievances of countless beings condensed into this Ancient Divine Mountain, and from its long existence emerged the Ancient Tear."

"So that’s how it is..."

Su Han suddenly understood; no wonder it’s recorded like this in the ancient books—it turned out to be true.

"To be honest, although heaven and earth were destroyed, inside the Ancient Divine Mountain lies countless treasures, including the weapons warehouse of the Dwarf Clan."

At this, Little Qing paused, then seriously said, "I’m not talking about Fiery Grain’s warehouse, but the true main line’s weapon warehouse of the Dwarf Clan! And, if you want, I can help you obtain them without needing you to pick them up. Compared to those weapons, what’s the Ancient Tear worth?"

Su Han said indifferently, "Then take one out for me to see?"

"You don’t believe me, do you? Watch."

Little Qing sneered dismissively, waved his hand, and immediately a Dragon Spear appeared in his palm.

This Dragon Spear was entirely golden, with an incredibly shocking aura surrounding it, radiating brilliance from its surface, unmistakably a supreme treasure.

The feeling from its aura alone was far superior to the weapons in Fiery Grain’s warehouse.

Little Qing casually tossed it to Su Han, who did not hesitate to try putting it in the Space Ring, but reality was harsh—the spear wouldn’t go in.

Having stayed here so long, Su Han naturally knew what this meant.

If it couldn’t be stored, it meant he couldn’t take it away.

"This thing, I can’t take with me."

Su Han shook his head, "You know I’m just here for practice, so perhaps the only thing I can take is the Ancient Tear."

"Oh...right."

Little Qing furrowed his brows; of course, he wished Su Han could gain something valuable. But things that couldn’t be taken were useless.

"How many Ancient Tears do you want?" Little Qing asked again.

Hearing Little Qing’s bold words, Su Han nearly choked on his surprise. Everyone from the Dragon Martial Continent came here for the Ancient Tear, Holy Stone of the Demon Immortal, and Heart of the Titan.

And indirectly, these three things are evidently extremely precious.

Yet, in Little Qing’s tone, it seems there’s as much as one could want...

"How much do you have?" Su Han asked tentatively.

"How much do you want?" Little Qing replied, half-smiling.

"I want... ten thousand drops," Su Han half-jokingly said.

"Simple."

Little Qing waved his hand again, and immediately a head-sized Crystal Stone appeared in his palm. He tossed it directly to Su Han, saying, "Inside here are ten thousand drops, but this is what you requested, not me insisting you take so much."

Su Han couldn’t help but glance at him. Was this guy implying he asked too little?

"As the guardian god here, I can’t just decide on everything, especially regarding the Ancient Tear—you should understand my point." Little Qing said.

Su Han nodded. No wonder this guy had insisted on asking how much he wanted; apparently, there were limits!

That’s only for Su Han. If it were someone else wanting the Ancient Tear, Little Qing probably wouldn’t ask how much but just give one drop. Not to mention he told Su Han earlier how worthless the Ancient Tear was compared to the weapons.

"Told me earlier would’ve helped—what’s the use of saying it now?"

Su Han gave Little Qing a sideways glance, "Had you told me sooner, I would’ve asked for a hundred thousand drops."

"Who told you to be so easily satisfied?" Little Qing retorted.

Su Han smiled helplessly, clearly joking, not greedily intending to ask for more. If that were the case, he’d have asked for a million drops at the start.

Ten thousand drops of the Ancient Tear is more than enough; the condition to enter the Cultivator Alliance is merely one drop.

"But it’s not definite either." Little Qing thought for a bit, then spoke again.

Su Han stopped in surprise, hurriedly asking, "What do you mean? You mean... I can still ask for more?"

"It’s not about asking for more, it’s about me agreeing to one condition or helping you realize a wish."

Little Qing smiled faintly, and his palm flickered, revealing a mark full of profound mystery runes in his hand.