Inside a cave dwelling on the ninth level of the divine hall.
Fang Mo sat cross-legged, his body surrounded by dense crimson light. It seemed almost tangible, gathering around him into one dragon-shaped phantom after another as deep dragon roars rang out.
Ten days had passed since that great battle.
For ten days, he had not left the cave dwelling. True Lord Tianluo had personally guarded outside, allowing no one to disturb him.
Fang Mo's injuries had healed long ago. He was digesting the spoils of the battle.
Now his blood surged like mighty rivers. That immense Qi and Blood Power raced wildly through his meridians, growing stronger with every circuit.
Behind him, ten Battle Marks glimmered faintly.
Ancient Profound Armor Turtle, Desolate Shadow Instant Fox, Savage Fire Lava Beast, Vast Sea Ice Flood Dragon... Each Battle Mark radiated a unique light. Their powers were being drawn in, devoured, and fused by some higher existence.
The True Dragon Blood within him was transforming, evolving toward a higher level.
A dragon's roar suddenly burst from Fang Mo's body.
It was so powerful that the entire cave dwelling trembled. True Lord Tianluo, sitting cross-legged outside, abruptly opened his eyes, his face filled with disbelief.
"That's... the might of a True Dragon?"
Inside the cave dwelling.
Fang Mo's body was undergoing an astonishing transformation.
Behind him, the light from the ten Battle Marks grew brighter and brighter. In the end, they actually left his body and gathered above his head into a swirling mass of chaotic crimson light.
Within the mass, the phantoms of ten Savage Ancient giant beasts, each in a different form, struggled, roared, and fused together.
Another dragon's roar rang out.
This time, it was even more vast, more majestic, and more ancient.
The crimson mass suddenly exploded.
A golden