Fallen Dragon Heart

Darkness.

Endless darkness, as though it could swallow all light, sound, even perception.

Lu Chen felt himself falling, yet also as if he were traveling through space. Beside his ears were only the howling wind and faint dragon roars. His body was torn by chaotic spatial power; if not for the formidable Dragon Thunder Battle Body, he would have long since disintegrated.

Who knew how long had passed—perhaps an instant, perhaps a century.

His feet jolted as he finally landed on solid ground.

Before him remained darkness, but not absolute blackness. It was a deep, seemingly congealed dark red, like dried blood.

The air was thick with dragon might so intense it reached the extreme, along with an even more ancient, violent, frenzied aura—the aura of the fallen dragon Ao Sha. After being sealed for endless years, it had not weakened in the slightest; instead, it had become deeper and more terrifying.

Lu Chen swiftly examined his condition.

It was terrible.

The ghostly green baleful qi patterns crawling over the right half of his body clung to him like maggots gnawing at bone, constantly eroding his vitality. They clashed violently with the dragon thunder power in his left half, bringing waves of tearing agony.

Forcibly absorbing the Nine Nether Baleful Qi Source, detonating the Dragon Origin Essence, and venturing deep into the Baleful Blood Lake—those mad actions had granted him immense power in a short time and allowed him to escape certain death, but the price had been equally severe.

Many of his meridians were damaged, the true essence in his dantian was in chaos, and his divine soul had been corroded by baleful qi. Chaotic illusions flashed before his eyes from time to time—mountains of corpses and seas of blood, giant dragons wailing, and countless twisted, frenzied urges to