"We can only help him master a brand-new cultivation method and keep his strength on par with what it was before. But whether his bloodline can be awakened, whether the most ideal bloodline—the one best suited to the power within him—can be awakened, will depend on his own choice and his own efforts!"
Lin Qi nodded slowly. He did not understand exactly what awakening a bloodline entailed. In any case, the Osmanthus Tree and the others were working at it, so all he had to do was watch quietly.
Before he knew it, several days had flashed by. Enzo had not summoned Lin Qi. It seemed the Black Spirit people's offensive was not particularly fierce, or perhaps the loose alliance of Black Spirit Natives had not yet begun its attack on Black Pearl Harbor. This was a good thing. Lin Qi had enough time to spend on Ying Zheng, allowing his body to undergo the most perfect transformation.
With a crack, the skin between Ying Zheng's brows burst apart. A blood-red eye emerged from the split skin on his forehead. That scarlet pupil, brimming with cruel and savage intent, glared at Lin Qi—then reverence appeared within it. Soon afterward, a towering aura of destruction poured from Ying Zheng's body. His skin continued to explode apart as black scales gradually emerged from beneath it.
Accompanied by a low howl, a dragon horn grew above the scarlet eye between Ying Zheng's brows. It was three feet long and shaped like a deer antler, yet entirely black, its edges sharp as blades. It radiated a chilling, murderous, sinister aura.
Lin Qi frowned at the dragon horn and unconsciously held his breath. Ying Zheng's body seemed to have completed the first stage of its transformation. He appeared to have awakened his bloodline and, like