This was a very peculiar power, unlike the spiritual energy of heaven and earth Xiang Yang had absorbed in cultivation before. It possessed a steady, dense, all-embracing quality, and was incomparably pure.
It felt like a resident who had lived for years beside a smoke-choked factory suddenly arriving on grasslands with fresh air, taking a breath of utterly unpolluted oxygen—so comfortable that his entire body trembled, as if he were floating toward immortality.
"Not bad. It truly is good stuff. Unfortunately, one core is nothing more than a drop in the bucket for me. To truly achieve a qualitative transformation, I still need to directly draw earth qi from the Earth Vein Dragon Qi."
Xiang Yang secretly assessed it, growing even more eager for the Earth Vein Dragon Qi, the fire in his eyes burning several degrees hotter.
Linglong smiled with pursed lips at his side, as though she had expected Xiang Yang's reaction all along. If you wanted a horse to run fast, you had to give it some sweetness first, let it know what truly good fodder tasted like. Then there would be no fear of it refusing to work.
On a narrow path more than ten miles from where the Bear King had died, a striped black tiger was racing with all four paws spread wide, leaping and charging all the way, crushing everything in its path into dust.
This black tiger was seven or eight meters long. With its tail, like a steel whip, it measured a full ten meters. The king-shaped markings on its brow flickered in and out of sight, radiating domineering might no weaker than the Bear King's.
Yet the king of this mountain forest was currently being ridden by a young man no taller than seven feet. It was as docile as