The Ink Flood Dragon's Fury, This Is My Destiny!

The Ink Flood Dragon was fifteen hundred zhang in size, and Lin Changqing's pupils contracted slightly.

This Ink Flood Dragon was a great demon at the late Golden Immortal stage!

Flood dragons were, aside from True Dragons and those who underwent dragon transformation, the most powerful beings with dragon bloodlines.

Now that the Dragon Clan's secret realm had appeared, it must have been discovered by it long ago.

It was no wonder that the Ink Flood Dragon had found the Ancestral Dragon Pool as soon as it entered. But how could the Ink Flood Dragon, with its diluted bloodline, have passed through the golden mist above the Ancestral Dragon Pool?

Lin Changqing looked at the Ink Flood Dragon and saw that in its claws, it was holding a golden scale, several zhang in size.

This was… a True Dragon scale, and an Inverse Scale at that!

No wonder the Ink Flood Dragon could enter the Ancestral Dragon Pool; it relied on that Inverse Scale.

However, at this moment, the golden scale was extremely dim, with a dull sheen and several small cracks.

It seemed that activating the bloodline power of the dragon scale caused significant damage to the Inverse Scale, far less than his own Dragon Pearl.

At present, with the Dragon Pearl in hand, Lin Changqing remained hidden in the mist without any pressure.

The Ink Flood Dragon was a late Golden Immortal, its strength definitely much greater than that of the Green Vine or Golden Condor.

Ao Ying was currently seated within the Ancestral Dragon Pool, protected by formations, so Lin Changqing didn't need to intervene for the time being.

If he acted now, it would only disrupt Ao Ying's composure, giving the Ink Flood Dragon an opportunity.

Lin Changqing looked at Ao Ying. She was heavily wounded, her bones visible, blood flowing from the corners of her mouth, and she looked dejected.

In just a moment, she had been injured to this extent.

The difference between the early and late Golden Immortal stages was like the difference between heaven and earth; he probably wouldn't be able to withstand it either if he attacked.

"Ao Ying, absorb the bloodline power of the Ancestral Dragon Pool first, cultivate, and increase your cultivation!"

Stalling like this was not a good thing. Lin Changqing looked at Ao Ying, his divine sense voice spanning ten thousand zhang, reaching Ao Ying's mind.

Ao Ying's eyes lit up instantly, and she slightly raised her head, but saw nothing.

"Don't make a sound, I'm hidden. The Ink Flood Dragon can't find me now."

"The formation is blocking it, so the Ink Flood Dragon can't do anything to you for the time being. If you are in danger, I will act."

"Only after you break through can we have a chance if we act together!"

Lin Changqing continued to transmit his voice. Ao Ying felt much more at ease in her heart.

Even though Daoist Brother Changqing was only at the Mystic Immortal cultivation level, Ao Ying had a feeling that as long as Daoist Brother was here, she would be safe.

All problems would cease to be problems!

Without replying to Lin Changqing's transmission, Ao Ying's dragon body twisted, and she sank into the golden pool.

Instantly, an extremely dense Dragon Clan bloodline power, mixed with golden blood, surged into Ao Ying's wounds and scales.

Lin Changqing had also roughly glanced at the countless inheritances within the Dragon Pearl.

The three ancient clans were all extremely rare existences. To expand their power and contend for the luck of heaven and earth, each of the three clans had different methods for expanding their population.

The Phoenix Clan used the Primordial Phoenix's essence blood to bestow it upon the innate birds and beasts of the Primordial World, resulting in the Nine Offspring of Primordial Phoenix.

The Qilin Clan rounded up the beasts of heaven and earth. A trip to the Qilin Heavenly Pool would bring them the karma of the Qilin Clan.

As for the Dragon Clan, aside from the Ancestral Dragon having many sons, their primary method of expansion was the Dragon Transformation Pool.

The saying "carp leaping over the dragon gate" referred to the lowest-tier Dragon Transformation Pool.

One could transform into a dragon by crossing the dragon gate.

However, such transformed dragons had extremely diluted bloodlines. Only the true Dragon Transformation Pool could allow one to transform into a dragon, but not a True Dragon; they would still be transformed dragons.

Those Dragon Transformation Pools were forged from the essence blood of true Dragon Clan powerhouses.

And among the Dragon Transformation Pools, there was an even more miraculous existence: the Ancestral Dragon Pool!

Forged from the Ancestral Dragon's essence blood, only True Dragons could enter it to refine their bloodlines and improve their cultivation. It was a true treasure land for the Dragon Clan!

And the Dragon Transformation Pool before them was the top-tier Ancestral Dragon Pool.

The golden liquid could sometimes contain a drop of the Ancestral Dragon's essence blood!

No wonder that after countless years, the Quasi-Saint Dragon Clan had been struck dead by a single Purple Firmament Divine Lightning, yet this Ancestral Dragon Pool remained completely unharmed.

Originally, entering the Ancestral Dragon Pool, because the True Dragon bloodline was already pure, absorbing the Ancestral Dragon's power was a very gentle process.

It would enter the body through the dragon scales, slowly enhancing the bloodline power.

However, because Ao Ying was severely injured at this moment, countless Ancestral Dragon essence blood powers surged directly into Ao Ying's body, running amok!

The violent power was rapidly absorbed, and Ao Ying's flesh and blood were rapidly recovering, only to be torn apart by the equally violent Ancestral Dragon power and then restored.

The thousand-zhang Azure Dragon's flesh and blood continuously healed and tore, yet its aura was constantly surging.

But, under the tearing of the incredibly violent Ancestral Dragon power, the pain surged like a tide, never ceasing.

"Roar!!!"

An extremely painful roar erupted from Ao Ying's mouth. Her azure dragon scales, from the edges inward, were now tinged with a golden glow.

The Ancestral Dragon bloodline was rapidly strengthening Ao Ying's original Azure Dragon bloodline!

"Damn it! Damn, damn, damn!!!"

"Azure Dragon, how dare you steal my fortune, I will kill you!!"

"This is mine, this Dragon Transformation Pool is my fortune, you insolent beast!!"

At this moment, the Ink Flood Dragon outside was becoming even more frenzied, the killing intent surging in his eyes was completely undisguised, wishing he could tear the continuously strengthening Ao Ying apart immediately.

One must know that in the Ink Flood Dragon's mind, this Dragon Transformation Pool had long belonged to him.

But now, under Ao Ying's absorption, its bloodline power was becoming thin, while Ao Ying was continuously growing stronger.

Her thousand-zhang body slowly grew, instantly surging by fifty zhang, reaching one thousand and fifty zhang.

If she were allowed to absorb any longer, the entire power of the Dragon Transformation Pool would be drained dry!

The Ink Flood Dragon glared furiously at Ao Ying, his body abruptly retreated, and then returned at an even faster speed.

The single horn on the Ink Flood Dragon's head emitted boundless cold light, charging towards the golden grand formation, crashing into it in an instant.

"Roar!!!"

However, as a flood dragon, how could he use his flood dragon power to damage the formation left by the Dragon Clan's bloodline power?

Even with his full strength, the formation covering the Dragon Transformation Pool only trembled slightly.

"Roar!!"

Seeing this, the Ink Flood Dragon no longer held back. The dark brown flames in his claws instantly blazed, and the golden light on his Inverse Scale flashed, transforming into a golden light that actually evolved into the phantom of a thousand-zhang True Dragon, charging towards the formation.

Boom!!!

The grand formation vibrated violently, the barrier was rapidly compressed, and a large hole, nearly two hundred zhang wide, caved in, only a hundred zhang away from Ao Ying's body!

But the deeper he went, the greater the pressure became. The extent to which the Ink Flood Dragon could reach at this point was already his limit.

A hundred zhang distance was like an insurmountable chasm.

The increasingly frantic Ink Flood Dragon instantly became hysterical.

"You're forcing me, you're forcing me!"

"Damn Dragon Clan! How dare you steal my fortune, once I break through this formation, I will grind you to ashes and scatter your soul!"

"Use your Dragon Pearl to compensate for my losses!!"

The Ink Flood Dragon roared, his eyes so angry they seemed to spew fire.

The scales on his palm continued to emit divine might, and in his other claw, a golden bead appeared.

This was a Dragon Pearl!!