Jiang Chen froze for a moment, a thought suddenly flashing through his mind.
With a thought, he pressed the fingers of his left hand together and drew them across his right palm.
A thin line of blood appeared, crimson droplets diffusing through the seawater. Jiang Chen did not hesitate. He directly smeared the dripping blood onto the tip of the Purple Sky Dragon Spear.
Buzz—!
The instant the blood touched the spear tip, the entire Purple Sky Dragon Spear suddenly trembled violently!
A power unlike anything before erupted from within the spear and surged through his arm into every limb and bone.
Jiang Chen felt as though someone had fiercely clenched his heart. Then, an overwhelming fighting spirit rose from the depths of his soul.
It felt as if something within him had awakened.
The dragon-head carving at the spear tip suddenly lit up, its two dark-red gemstones seeming to burn.
Dazzling purple light shone from within the spear, dyeing the surrounding seawater a magnificent purple.
Then, he heard a voice.
Low, majestic, and ancient, carrying an air that seemed to have crossed endless ages, it slowly rang out in Jiang Chen's mind.
"How many years has it been..."
Jiang Chen's pupils contracted sharply.
He abruptly raised his head and saw a massive phantom slowly taking shape behind him.
It was a purple divine dragon.
Its entire body was covered in Purple Gold scales, each one like carefully polished purple crystal, reflecting brilliant light across the dim seafloor.
Its head was enormous, with two curved Purple Gold dragon horns bending backward from the top of its head. Its whiskers drifted gently in the seawater, while its pair of Purple Gold vertical pupils resembled two blazing suns overlooking everything below.
It floated silently behind Jiang Chen, purple lightning arcs winding around