The True Dragon Realm.
Long Jiuyyao stood on a high vantage point, overlooking the valley below. Countless broken Dragon Bones lay exposed on the ground around him, as if casually discarded.
Wisps of faint, invisible mist rose from those broken Dragon Bones.
The moment Long Jiuyyao entered, his body gave off a barely perceptible pull, and those wisps of mist merged bit by bit into him without him noticing.
He only felt light and buoyant, his blood and qi boiling inside him.
Long Jiuyyao leaped down and headed deeper in. As he advanced, the mist that had originally been invisible gradually appeared before his eyes.
Gold, black, azure, and more—mist of different colors shimmered like a dazzling seven-colored canopy.
Long Jiuyyao was also of the Dragon Clan, so he naturally knew what those colored wisps were. They were all True Dragon Qi, formed over long years by the Dragon Bones buried underground.
Only now did Long Jiuyyao understand why members of the Dragon Clan with impure bloodlines could also awaken Heavenly Dragon Qi after entering the True Dragon Realm.
With such vast amounts of True Dragon Qi empowering them, merging it into themselves to refine their bloodline, even someone with only a trace of the Dragon Clan Bloodline would have a great chance of success.
Long Jiuyyao gazed at the Dragon Qi of different colors around him and breathed out a mouthful of stale air. An aura of his own dragon nature erupted from him like a volcano.
The Dragon Qi scattered in all directions like frightened infants, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
This scene left even Long Jiuyyao dumbfounded. Why had all of it run the moment he released his aura?
But he did not think too much about it. With his aura flowing