Spring gave way to autumn, and two hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.
Ten Thousand Gourd Forest, Han Clan.
A mass of thunderclouds floated high in the sky, lightning flashing and thunder rumbling.
Amid peals of thunder, silver bolts of lightning tore across the heavens one after another like shooting stars, striking a valley below in succession.
The valley was filled with dense yellow mist. The silver lightning bolts vanished into the yellow mist without the slightest sound, like mud sinking into the sea.
As time passed, the yellow mist slowly dispersed.
Han Longyan sat atop a crimson stone platform over a hundred zhang wide. Numerous crimson formation runes were inscribed upon it, and a thick crimson light screen enveloped the entire platform. A flame pattern adorned the surface of the light screen.
After escaping from the hands of Dark Yin Sect disciples, he had returned to Ten Thousand Gourd Forest and cultivated bitterly for many years. He was now attempting to break through to the Spirit Transformation Realm.
Han Longyan was a dual spiritual root cultivator; this cultivation speed was perfectly normal.
The thunderclouds churned violently, and a silver flood dragon more than a hundred zhang long flew out from within them, countless silver arcs of lightning wrapped around its body.
Roar!
The silver flood dragon let out a dragon's roar that resounded through heaven and earth, then dove from the sky straight toward him.
Han Longyan's expression tightened. He hastily sent a spell into the Formation Disk in his hand and slapped a five-colored flickering talisman onto his body.
With a flash of spiritual light, countless five-colored runes surged forth. After spinning around, they transformed into a thick Five-Colored Battle Armor that covered his body and protected him from head to toe.
The silver flood