Zhen Bei suddenly discovered a vast flood of information surging into his mind, as though some seal had been undone. Countless tangled fragments rapidly poured forth after being uncompressed. Beginning with the first war of the Primordial Immortal Realm, scenes of turmoil and battle flashed before his eyes. In a brief instant, it felt as though he had lived through hundreds of millions of years.
Fortunately, the dragon qi continuously flowing into him kept his Spiritual Platform clear.
Without the Dragon Scale's assistance, the Killing Intent might have eroded his mind and perhaps triggered an even greater calamity.
Behind him, the Dragon Scale Clone's long hair streamed in the wind. Semi-transparent and taller than Zhen Bei, she floated behind him, radiating pure white mysterious light as she fully unleashed dragon qi to help him withstand the Military Fiend Aura's erosion of his consciousness.
"Zhen Bei! Though you are a Military Soul born from the laws of war, do not lose yourself under the influence of military fiend aura!"
The change in cultivation and strength surpassed all expectations. The dragon scale on the clone's forehead shone as brightly as the sun. Zhen Bei's transformation was not an orderly, step-by-step rise, but the direct possession of tremendous power.
Rather than a sudden surge, it was more accurate to call it an awakening.
He had died in battle several times before, yet he had not truly died. Once awakened, his power immediately returned.
Zhen Bei saw endless warfare and slaughter, as well as the desolate deathly silence after war. He constantly wanted to join in and create more death. Fortunately, a thread of dragon qi had always soothed his spirit and calmed his heart, keeping him awake. After enduring the erosion, he recalled countless comrades falling one after another, watched them bleed while