The moment the Dragon Blood entered his stomach, excruciating pain erupted inside Bai Yi, and he collapsed uncontrollably to the ground. He writhed on the floor, his body convulsing violently as blood poured relentlessly from his eyes, nose, and mouth.
The Dragon Blood was eroding the human blood inside him.
Mo Yuan watched Bai Yi writhe in agony on the floor without so much as a flicker of reaction. This was a necessary step on the path to becoming a hybrid.
As the agony tortured him, Bai Yi's consciousness gradually grew hazy. He felt as though an all-consuming blaze were burning him from within. At the same time, as time passed, a spirit that did not belong to him slowly emerged.
What kind of spirit was it? Brutal, savage, and majestic—those words seemed to define it.
As that spirit emerged, Bai Yi seemed to glimpse a scene through his daze.
A pair of enormous wings, hung with white, gleaming skulls, stretched out wildly, blotting out the sun and casting a shadow that seemed to represent death.
A savage yet beautiful black dragon stood atop Black Snowy Mountain, noble and majestic, like an emperor seated upon his throne—or a god high above, gazing down upon the mortal world.
Bai Yi suddenly realized what it was. This had to be the Dragon Emperor Nidhogg Mo Yuan had told him about! It was the source of the Blood Bead he had swallowed!
Just as Bai Yi understood, a heartbeat like the beating of war drums suddenly sounded within him. A glint of gold flashed through his ordinary black eyes, then a pair of brilliant Golden Eyes lit up.
Scalding white steam rose from his body. The Dragon Blood, now fully fused with him, turned his body into a furnace, and his level of