Clear Sky Sect.
It was still that secret chamber.
Feng Yan sat cross-legged in the center of the chamber, fully unleashing the aura of a first-class god. The temperature in the entire chamber had risen to an almost inconceivable level.
Before him, the Golden Dragon King's God Core floated in midair, slowly revolving as it emitted a powerful, violent aura from within.
After days without sleep or rest, Feng Yan had only barely refined an extremely small portion of it—not even half the size of a pinky fingernail.
"The Golden Dragon King doesn't seem to have been as mindless as the rumors claimed. It actually left behind a contingency." Feng Yan opened his eyes and muttered to himself.
No matter how reckless the Golden Dragon King had been in life, it had ultimately inherited half of the supreme divine power when the Dragon God split apart.
What it had left within the God Core was not as simple as it appeared.
During the process of refining it with Samadhi True Fire, Feng Yan had vaguely sensed an exceedingly obscure force secretly competing with him for control of the God Core.
It was neither a remnant soul nor divine sense. It was closer to a will of destruction compressed to the extreme.
It possessed no self-awareness, only instinct.
Greed, brutality, lust... in other words, the Dragon God's purest evil thoughts. It rejected refinement by any external force, and if forcibly refined, it would inevitably erupt upon reaching a certain critical point.
This was the Golden Dragon King's contingency.
"What's wrong? Gangzi could use your power, yet when it's a first-class god like me, you're suddenly unwilling?"
Feng Yan let out a soft laugh, then intensified the flames once more, beginning to provoke the Golden Dragon King's remnant soul slumbering within.
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