Mo Han said, "I'm truly envious of you. You can directly refine True Dragon essence into purity and use it for cultivation—it surpasses every spiritual pill and wondrous medicine."
It turned out that once Yan Chihuo's Innate Seventy-Two Cultivation had reached this level, he could purify true spirit essence and use it directly for cultivation.
Yan Chihuo smiled. "For the coming years of my cultivation, I'll have to rely on you. If there's any disturbance on the demon side, wake me."
Time slipped away like a white colt flashing past a crack, and another thirty years passed in the blink of an eye. Zihai had awakened ten years earlier, advancing from a Flood Dragon into a True Dragon. True Dragon essence was even more compatible with him, sending his cultivation soaring to the late Dao Integration Stage.
Dark clouds blanketed the sky, while lightning flashed and thunder roared.
The old Dragon King looked up at the sky and sighed again. "Yan Chihuo truly is a genius of the cultivation world. In only a few decades, he's already about to advance to the Spirit Cultivation Stage?"
The lightning in the sky slowly gathered together. Then, with a thunderous crack, a white bolt as thick as a water bucket fell. A streak of sword light shot up and, with a sharp crack, cleaved the lightning in two.
One old dragon gave a surprised cry. "Yan Chihuo's lightning tribulation is actually this powerful when advancing to the Spirit Cultivation Stage."
The old Dragon King said, "When I advanced to the Spirit Cultivation Stage back then, it was only the fifth bolt that possessed such power." The other four old dragons all fell silent. Though they were all at the Ascension Stage, they knew that the old Dragon King was the strongest among them.