The main reason was that Meng Zhao's flesh and blood were writhing, while the power of his vital essence had been greatly stimulated. The strength of his physical body was roughly thirty percent greater than usual—his flesh had entered demonhood, and he had attained the Dao overnight.
The human body was a vast treasury, containing boundless potential and power. It merely required the proper stimulation and development for them to reveal themselves.
Without question, Meng Zhao, who possessed the Purple Origin Dragon Body, was a treasure among treasures. Spurred by the Demonic Saber, he had indeed fallen into an unprecedented crisis. His flesh had entered demonhood, his vital essence had run wild, and he had nearly perished as his flesh and blood collapsed.
Yet he had suppressed that riot. At the same time, he used the Azure Dragon Battle Armor to suppress the scattered wills within his flesh and blood, gathering them once more into a state centered upon his own will. Naturally, this surge in physical strength became a controllable enhancement.
With a single thought, he could return to normal at any time. But now, he intended to seize this rare opportunity to experience its mysteries, laying a foundation for developing his body to even greater heights in the future and refining his Qi and blood to even greater purity.
It was like a road he had already traveled once. Walking it a second time would naturally be easy and unhurried. He would know where the pits lay, where the stones stood, and could calmly avoid them, reaching his destination in the quickest and safest way.
Moreover, Meng Zhao's flesh had now transformed into that of a half-dragon, a fundamental change in nature. Unknowingly, his entire being became more attuned to the Divine Continent World. What his eyes saw