Now that she had made up her mind,
Jiang Yuechu no longer hesitated.
[Black Flood Dragon Jiao Chun (Shadow Copy)]
Although this Black Flood Dragon was only at the Ink-Dotting perfection stage, its strength was nowhere near that of the Mountain-Viewing Realm rabbit.
But...
There was no helping it.
She had estimated that her Dao Cultivation seemed insufficient to deduce the Silver Bone Demon Venerable...
What was more,
this Black Flood Dragon belonged to the Flood Dragon lineage and came from the mysterious Horse-Drinking River.
If she could complete its Shadow Copy, she would gain a fragment of the Dragon-Transformation Scripture.
Perhaps...
she could even glimpse a corner of the truth about the overseas Demon Race.
Jiang Yuechu murmured inwardly,
"Infuse."
BOOM!!!
As soon as the command was given,
the panel's more than fifteen thousand years of Dao Cultivation plummeted in an instant.
The ink-black flood dragon, previously motionless, flexed its scales, its whiskers and mane flying.
An intensely pungent stench of the deep sea rushed toward her.
Jiang Yuechu's vision went black.
That familiar feeling of weightlessness washed over her.
Her consciousness plunged into darkness once more.
[Year One, you were born at the farthest reaches of the East Sea, in a sea shrouded in fog all year round. This place was called the Horse-Drinking River.]
[Unlike those frail aquatic creatures, you were already a full zhang long when you hatched, your entire body as black as ink and your scales as hard as iron.]
[You were a Black Flood Dragon.]
[Your father told you that in the Horse-Drinking River, the strong ruled, and the Black Flood Dragon lineage had been born to kill.]
[Year Twenty, you grew up amid slaughter, devouring countless members of the Demon Race. Gradually, you began to understand the path of killing.]
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