The moment he succeeded, the energy within Chen An erupted like a volcano.
A gale of energy swept through the room, knocking over some of the decorations.
Chen An did his best to restrain his energy, and the raging energy wind slowly faded away.
He opened his weary eyes and immediately saw the phantom of a Martial Soul floating before him.
Golden fur, a lion-like body, dragon-like claws, golden flames beneath its feet, and three beautiful, enchanting eyes.
Seeing this Martial Soul's form, Chen An revealed a faint smile. He had succeeded.
It was almost no different from the images of the Three-Eyed Golden Lion he had seen.
If there was any difference, it was that the Three-Eyed Golden Lion he had visualized was somewhat more majestic.
The Three-Eyed Golden Lion from ten thousand years ago had been female, while the Three-Eyed Golden Lion he had visualized was male.
Moreover, in terms of rank, the Three-Eyed Golden Lion he had visualized was on the level of the Gold Silver Dragon Kings.
The Three-Eyed Golden Lion from ten thousand years ago should have merely been a soul beast with a god-level Bloodline, at most comparable to the Nine Dragon Kings.
There was still a gap between it and a Bloodline on the level of the Gold Silver Dragon Kings.
Chen An stared at the phantom of the Three-Eyed Golden Lion before him for quite a while before the urge to experiment arose.
With a thought, he tried to use the power of the newly acquired Three-Eyed Golden Lion.
A vast amount of spiritual power flooded into his mind, while golden scales and fur began to appear over the surface of his body.
The skin between his brows split open, revealing a third eye—a vertical red pupil.
Chen An did not directly