Epiphany

The poisonous sun hung high in the sky, mercilessly scorching the earth and pouring down endless waves of heat until the air itself became warped and illusory.

The corpse of the Desert Dragon lay half-buried in the sand. Under the blazing sun, its jagged skeleton gleamed a ghastly white, like a mysterious monument from an ancient age. Its outline flickered in the rising heat, yet it radiated an irresistible allure. Li Yang's gaze was firmly drawn to the remains, struck with a shock and awe that came from the instinct of life itself. In this dead-silent desert, the enormous skeleton seemed like a cryptic code left behind by the desert god, hiding a power mighty enough to overturn everything he knew.

"As expected of the Desert Dragon. Even at the Martial Spirit Fifth Heaven, it was still so difficult to kill. It's worth comprehending a thing or two from it."

When he reached out and touched the rough, unyielding dragon bones, an ancient and majestic aura rushed over him. It traveled from his fingertips through his entire body in an instant, causing his already-desiccated meridians to tremble faintly.

Li Yang slowly closed his eyes, cast aside his distracting thoughts, and immersed himself wholeheartedly in that mysterious aura. His consciousness gradually emptied, as if he had passed through a tunnel of time and space and returned to the era when the Desert Dragon had still roamed this desert unchecked. He saw its massive figure weaving effortlessly through the waves of sand, every movement raising a sandstorm that blotted out the sky and sun. Its scales flashed with a cold metallic sheen beneath the sunlight, indestructible. Its eyes were like burning fireballs, radiating boundless majesty and domineering might. Behind those breathtaking scenes, Li Yang keenly caught a unique rhythm. It was the