His cultivation had just advanced greatly, and before he could properly savor it, an immense radiance enveloped his body.
Looking down, he saw that a faint glow had somehow formed over his golden dragon scales. Something in the air seemed to be burrowing into his body.
The speed grew faster and faster.
"Hmm?"
Wang Xuan narrowed his eyes and sensed carefully. The surrounding Dragon Qi, Dragon Essence, Sun Essence, and plant essence flowed endlessly into his limbs and bones like streams converging into the sea.
These essences did not surge in from any one direction. They seeped in simultaneously from all sides—from the soil beneath his feet, the air around him, and the leaves overhead.
"As long as the Sage does not die, the Great Dao shall never cease!"
The entire Dragon Island was like an enormous sponge saturated with the Dragon Clan's origin. As he stood here, the water within that sponge automatically rushed toward the gap that was him.
"So this place is full of treasures?"
Wang Xuan's eyes lit up, but before he could rejoice for long, the tingling on his skin abruptly intensified, as if something were condensing over his scales.
Looking down, he found that a layer of viscous seven-colored liquid had somehow coated his foreclaws and chest. It was sticky and carried a faint fragrance.
Under the effects of the great Supernatural Power, Sage Thief, the incomparably dense essence of heaven and earth had actually condensed into a tangible substance.
"What's going on now?"
Wang Xuan instinctively wanted to shake off the liquid on his body, but the instant the thought arose, the seven-colored fluid seeped through the gaps in his scales and was absorbed into his body.
Immediately afterward, a warm current bored in through his body's surface, circulated along the route of