On the ninth level of the Divine Hall, inside a cave dwelling.
Fang Mo sat cross-legged, dense blood-colored radiance swirling around him. The light seemed almost tangible, condensing into dragon-shaped phantoms around his body as they released low dragon roars.
Ten days had passed since that great battle.
For those ten days, he had not taken a single step from this cave dwelling. True Lord Tianluo personally stood guard outside and forbade anyone from disturbing him.
Fang Mo's injuries had long since healed. He was now digesting the gains from the battle.
His blood and qi now surged like great rivers, and that vast Qi-Blood Power raced wildly through his meridians. With every circulation cycle, it grew stronger.
Behind him, ten battle patterns glimmered faintly.
Ancient Desolate Black Armor Turtle, Desolate Shadow Blink Fox, Scorchfire Lava Beast, Archaic Sea Ice Flood Dragon... each battle pattern radiated its own distinct glow. Their power was being drawn, devoured, and fused by some higher-level existence.
The True Dragon Blood within him was transforming, evolving toward a higher level.
Roar!
A dragon roar suddenly erupted from Fang Mo's body.
It was so powerful that the entire cave dwelling trembled. True Lord Tianluo, seated outside the cave dwelling, abruptly opened his eyes, disbelief filling his face.
"Is that... the might of a true dragon?"
Inside the cave dwelling.
Fang Mo's body was undergoing an astonishing transformation.
Behind him, the ten battle patterns shone ever more brightly. In the end, they actually broke away from his body and gathered above his head into a chaotic blood-colored sphere of light.
Within the sphere, the phantoms of ten Ancient Desolate colossal beasts of different forms struggled, roared, and fused madly.
Roar!
Another dragon roar rang out.
This time, it was vaster, more majestic, and more ancient than before.