Roar!
A heaven-shaking dragon's roar echoed across the sky, seemingly filled with endless agony.
The True Dragon Dharma Form was where Bai Yang's soul resided. Now, as it devoured the terrifying energy, every inch of the Dharma Form was flooded with it, as if his entire soul were about to be ground to powder.
The pain was unbearable, a torment that came from the depths of his soul.
Hold on! If he couldn't endure this, it would all be over!
Bai Yang roared inwardly. His ironclad will let him cling to one last shred of lucidity. This was a battle of wills: endure, and the benefits would be endless; fail, and his soul would flicker out, leaving him dead and his path extinguished.
But the sensation of that raging energy flooding his soul was like countless steel blades trying to burst out from within, as if they would tear his soul to shreds. He simply couldn't take it. At that moment, Bai Yang wanted nothing more than to pass out and escape the pain.
But he couldn't. Passing out meant death!
That power was far beyond his ability to control!
In a daze, Bai Yang felt his consciousness growing lighter, as if he had turned into a wisp of smoke and was drifting toward the sky. He felt utterly weightless.
"Have I come this far only to stop here? But I'm so unwilling to go... There are so many things I haven't done, so many sights I haven't seen..."
As if he knew he was on the brink of death, Bai Yang found himself taking everything in stride.
Countless faces flashed before his eyes: Little Cat, Qing He, Lan Xin, Wang Qingyu, Su Xishui, Song Yidao, Xiong Da, Tang Shiliu... his father, his mother...
Everyone he had met or heard