Yet the sea of lightning formed from the power of Thunder Marsh's origin possessed destruction so unfathomable that it beggared belief.
Even though Meng Zhao possessed countless supreme arts, a Supreme Physique, and had undergone Rebirth and Transformation many times to temper his bloodline, entering this sea of lightning in his true dragon form still dealt him an immense shock.
It was like an ordinary person suddenly being struck by high-voltage electricity. His entire body trembled and convulsed; the surface of his flesh felt as though it had been pierced by countless fine silver needles roasted in flame, the pain burrowing into his marrow. Great patches of scales shattered, seeping purple blood, only to be healed again by his supreme divine art. It was simply torment.
The punishment of death by a thousand cuts was already beyond human endurance, yet the pain Meng Zhao suffered now was far crueler still. And with his monstrous rate of bodily recovery, this brutal torment repeated over and over in an endless cycle.
Within that vast ocean, where wind and thunder raged everywhere, a true dragon over ten feet long endured torture, pain, and the tempering of his will amid boundless violent lightning qi.
At the center of Meng Zhao's dragon brow, a purple star shone brilliantly, radiating an aura of supreme nobility and utmost purity. It flowed through his entire dragon body. As the scales on his surface continuously shattered and healed, under the influence of that aura, they gradually gained purple patterns and lines.
Under the intense external stimulation and pressure, Meng Zhao's Purple Origin Dragon Body unexpectedly underwent a qualitative transformation.
As Meng Zhao's physique rose once more, the aura within the sea of lightning that could annihilate all things inflicted less and less harm upon him. The restless, violent power