A few days later.
In a quiet chamber, Xia Ping sat cross-legged on the floor. His body had become a vortex of magical power, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him poured into the depths of his Purple Mansion, swiftly turning into magical power.
It was not just magical power. With every breath he took, wisps of powerful baleful energy seemed to emerge from the depths of space. This energy was terrifying, infused with bloodlust, slaughter, madness, and more.
The slightest trace was enough to drive ordinary people insane, and it could even pierce through Body-Protecting Qi.
But under Xia Ping's devouring power, this baleful energy was little different from ordinary spiritual energy. Once absorbed into his body, it was instantly consumed by flames, its essence extracted.
Boom!
At that moment, the space within his Purple Mansion trembled. A vortex of magical power rapidly formed, and within its depths appeared a mysterious formation that seemed to contain a True Dragon, roaring toward the sky.
Soon, the formation vortex became the image of a True Dragon. It left the space within his Purple Mansion, then swiftly merged into Xia Ping's throat, changing his body.
"Roar!"
Xia Ping opened his eyes and mouth, letting out a roar. It sounded like a True Dragon bellowing, unleashing a terrifying sound wave with devastating force.
With a thud, the entire quiet chamber filled with the sound wave and was instantly shaken into pieces. The extremely sturdy outer walls were now covered in cracks like a spiderweb.
Rubble tumbled down, and more than a dozen cracks appeared in the floor, as if the entire chamber were about to be completely destroyed.
And this was with Xia Ping doing his utmost to control his magical power, limiting the damage to the chamber. If he