Wolfbane!

Xu Yangyi was very sure that if there was a Sacred Spirit, then it was possibly the Wolfbane. It couldn’t be the Dream Eater.

Something stronger and of a higher level than the Whitedeer King. The Dream Eater was very far, far away from reaching this step. If it was that monster suppressed in the Kunlun Mountains’s Death Valley, though, perhaps there was a chance.

Still, that monster simply didn’t need to stay in a host.

“Mr. X… this is the greatest secret of the Elves,” Stanford said gravely, “Of the Elves’s legacy a thousand years ago, there were twenty Sacred Spirits.”

Xu Yangyi’s gaze flashed. If there were twenty, then wouldn’t the Elves have taken over the world long ago?

As if seeing through Xu Yangyi’s thoughts, Stanford laughed wryly and shook his head. “But presently, only five remain. Among them four are asleep. The only one still awake is Whitedeer King Malorne. No one has ever seen his true face, but he undoubtedly exists. During each offering ceremony, we Elves can obtain his blessing.”

Xu Yangyi nodded. No wonder he had to swear a Great Dao-Heart Oath. If news slipped out that only one Sacred Spirit of the original...