Dragon Head Severed!
Gu Qingshan felt no relief. Instead, the sense of danger in his heart grew heavier by the moment.
He turned his gaze toward the River of Time. It lay silent, without the slightest sign of anything amiss.
In the entire fog-shrouded void, there was no living creature besides him and Mountain Girl.
His heart beat faster and faster. The danger in his Spirit Sense was drawing closer, step by step.
—Where was this danger coming from?
Gu Qingshan warily scanned his surroundings.
"Young master, the dragon's corpse is about to fall," Mountain Girl reminded him.
Gu Qingshan came back to himself and looked toward the dragon's corpse.
That was right.
This was the Magic Dragon's corpse—and the third dragon he had killed.
It was neither the Sleeping Dragon nor the Abyss Magic Dragon. Over ten thousand years, it had absorbed far too much power and surpassed them both.
It belonged to the Evil Ghost Path.
"Just as you said yourself, one Magic Dragon is enough for this world..."
Gu Qingshan gazed at the dragon's head and murmured.
—Whatever the danger was, absorbing its power came first!
Black mist rose in billowing clouds from Gu Qingshan. As if alive, it shot outward and wrapped around the dragon's corpse and head.
Magic Dragon Bloodline Power, activate!
This was the power of a super soul weapon created by the Extremely Ancient Human Race—their greatest masterpiece!
The entire dragon corpse gradually vanished within the black mist.
The Magic Dragon melded with the mist, turning into an ever-deeper shade of ink. Its power was being transformed.
"Come."
Gu Qingshan spoke calmly.
All the black mist flew back and sank into his body.
The powerful, abundant Magic Dragon Power surged through his Sea of Consciousness, soul, and body, bringing a pain like a