Fusion of Ancestral Dragon Essence Blood, Physical Body Comparable to an Ancestral Witch!

The abyss of Karmic Force, dead and silent.

Yang Chen's divine sense body swept one last look around in that ancient darkness.

He saw the dazed remnant soul of the Ancestral Dragon.

Its dragon body, as massive as a mountain range, lay stiffly there. The ghostly flames in its two hollow eye sockets had solidified into two dull, green pieces of glazed glass, reflecting endless bewilderment and humiliation.

The majesty of the former overlord of heaven and earth was shattered.

Completely shattered, not even dust remained.

He could also sense, in the deeper darkness, two other ancient and immense wills, fiercely concealing all traces of their presence.

One was like an extinguished star, retaining a scorching residual heat but daring not release any more light or warmth.

That was the Phoenix Ancestor.

The other was like a mountain range sunk into the Earth's core, retracting all its weight and majesty, disguised as a common rock.

That was the First Qilin.

They had witnessed the entire process.

They saw how the Ancestral Dragon was driven to logical collapse and mental breakdown.

They also understood the sole rule of this game.

"Good."

A silent curve formed on the lips of Yang Chen's divine sense.

"Saves me the trouble of explaining it to each of you individually."

"Today is just the beginning."

"You three biggest creditors of the Primordial World's ancient past, the IOUs are in my hand, so you'll have to follow my rules."

He no longer paid attention to these now thoroughly subdued "Treasure Delivering Boys" and moved his divine sense.

That drop of extremely dazzling, golden blood floating before his divine sense body instantly merged into his brow.

The next moment, his divine sense returned to his body.

Inside the simple cave dwelling on Kunlun Mountain.

Yang Chen, who had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes.

There was no golden light, no unusual phenomena.

His gaze was as calm as an abyss, reflecting no ripples.

Without any hesitation, he immediately closed his eyes again, sinking his consciousness into his dantian (energy center), centering his mind on his spiritual platform, preparing to refine this drop of life essence containing the luck of an entire epoch.

However, he had underestimated.

He had severely underestimated the weight of the words "Ancestral Dragon."

He had also underestimated how overbearing and how tyrannical the will contained within this drop of essence blood was!

Almost the instant he looked inward, that drop of golden blood exploded in his spiritual palace!

It was not a gentle release of energy.

It was a primal, savage invasion and conquest!

A rampaging power, indescribable in words, disdaining to flow along his meridians, instead transforming into billions of the finest golden lightning bolts, launching an indiscriminate, destructive assault on every corner, every particle of his body!

Crack!

A crisp popping sound, not from the outside, but erupting from deep within his own spine.

The intense pain didn't even have time to reach his divine soul.

Crack! Crack-crack-crack!

Next, it was his ribs, his limbs, his skull!

The two hundred and six bones in his body were instantly crushed into powder by that tyrannical force!

This was not refinement.

This was deconstruction!

Yang Chen's body trembled violently, veins bulging on his forehead, his muscles spasming uncontrollably.

He wanted to roar, but couldn't make a sound, because his throat bones had also shattered.

The tide of excruciating pain, only now belatedly, surged forward, instantly engulfing all his consciousness.

But this was merely the beginning.

After the bones shattered, that overbearing golden power began to advance into his flesh and blood.

The moment his blood came into contact with that power, it ignited.

It boiled!

Every blood vessel became a pipe of scorching lava, and every heartbeat pumped this deadly heat throughout his entire body.

Hiss, hiss, hiss--

White mist rose from the surface of his cross-legged body, a sign that the moisture within him was being instantly vaporized.

His muscle fibers, like straw ropes thrown into a furnace, snapped inch by inch, dissolving into the most primal energy.

His internal organs were churned into a blurry paste of blood in this terrifying internal storm.

From the outside, Yang Chen maintained his cross-legged posture, but his body had completely collapsed internally, shapeless.

Any Grand Unity Golden Immortal would have had their Divine Soul annihilated by now, turning into a pile of ashes.

But Yang Chen did not.

Within him, besides Rahula's Karma and Karmic Force, there was another power.

It was the ten-thousand-foot Golden Light of Merit from the Heavenly Dao!

It was a life-saving charm bestowed by the Heavenly Dao when he first threatened to self-destruct, in order to "coax" him into living!

Buzz--

Just as Yang Chen's life force was about to completely extinguish, a warm and grand Golden Light of Merit emanated from the depths of his True Spirit.

Wherever the golden light passed, the berserk Ancestral Dragon power seemed to have met its nemesis, or perhaps its king, and slightly restrained its destructive fury.

It no longer just destroyed.

Instead, it began a higher-level process: reconstruction!

Using the powder of shattered bones as a foundation, the energy of dissolved flesh and blood as material, and the primal power of that drop of Ancestral Dragon Essence Blood as the main guide, a transformation and rebirth began!

The shattered bone powder was recondensed, and golden dragon-shaped Dao patterns quietly appeared on the new bones, their texture far surpassing any innate Geng metal, making them indestructible.

The boiling blood was completely replaced, and drop by drop, brand new blood, emitting a faint golden luster, was born from the void. Every flow sounded like the roar of a rushing river, containing immense vitality.

The dissolved muscles were rewoven. Each bundle of muscle fibers became incredibly tough, filled with explosive power.

This was a process of breaking and then establishing.

The ultimate ritual of a mortal body transforming into a divine one.

The intense pain did not disappear; instead, it grew worse.

The agony of bones regenerating and flesh being remade was ten thousand times more profound than the previous destruction.

Yang Chen's teeth were already ground to dust, his consciousness drifting in boundless pain, but he clung fiercely to the last shred of clarity.

He could feel it.

He was getting stronger!

A leap from the most fundamental level of life!

Time lost all meaning in this inhuman torment.

Perhaps it was an instant, perhaps it was an eternity.

Outside the cave, the sun rose and set, stars shifted, and a full seven days and nights passed quietly.

On the morning of the seventh day, as the first ray of purple qi rose from the east.

Inside the cave, the figure that had been like a withered sculpture finally moved.

Slowly, he opened his eyes.

Boom!

Two beams of solidified golden divine light shot out from his pupils, directly piercing two bottomless holes in the stone wall opposite him.

The skin all over his body was crystal clear, radiating a precious glow. Beneath the skin, faint, fine golden dragon scale phantoms could be seen swimming slowly.

Every time the blood in his body flowed, the void let out a muffled groan as if unable to bear the burden.

He stood up.

A simple action.

The ground beneath his feet silently sank three feet, and spiderweb-like cracks spread throughout the cave.

He merely stood there, doing nothing, yet his very existence caused this space to show signs of distortion.

What a terrifying physical body this was!

He lowered his head and looked at his hands.

His fingers were long and slender, his skin fair, looking no different from before.

But he knew that these hands contained the power to tear apart stars.

He could feel that his current pure physical strength was now completely on par with the top Ancestral Witches who roamed the Primordial World unchecked.

He was even only a hair's breadth away from the legendary Ancestral Dragons who proved the Dao with strength and possessed immortal physical bodies!

An unprecedented sense of power filled his limbs and bones.

Every movement he made carried the might to overturn heaven and earth.

He felt the surging, roaring power within him, which seemed as if it would never be exhausted. The corners of his mouth finally slowly curved upwards, revealing an incredibly brilliant smile.

"Just one drop of essence blood had such a miraculous effect."

"Thanks to Old Iron Ancestral Dragon for the rocket!"