Come

The moment the Dragon Seat enveloped him, Lu Ye understood why Zhuang Bufan had only activated it once before exhausting himself to the dregs.

At this moment, he was completely encased within the Dragon Seat, and every inch of his body throbbed with piercing pain.

It was no illusion, but real, agonizing pain!

It was as though countless tiny spikes, invisible to the naked eye, had grown inside the Dragon Seat and stabbed into every part of his body.

In an instant, Lu Ye felt as though he had been subjected to the most brutal torture in the world, sweat pouring from him like slurry.

That piercing pain did not merely act upon his flesh, but upon his soul as well.

He could clearly feel the Dragon Seat hungrily drawing upon everything he had—Spiritual Power, physical strength, Divine Soul Power...

All the foundations he had built up were flowing away beyond his control, and at such a terrifying speed that Lu Ye's heart trembled.

And throughout this process, his consciousness rose without limit, as though it had surpassed the shackles of the flesh and existed in this world in a more wondrous manner.

Everything in his field of vision changed.

The Longteng cultivators around him and the invading Blood Race all suddenly seemed tiny.

He knew it was not that the others had become smaller, but that he himself had grown larger!

He had seen it before: when Zhuang Bufan used the Dragon Seat, that towering three-zhang figure radiated overwhelming oppression.

He could also see streams of multicolored hues flowing before his eyes, just as when he activated the Insight Spirit Pattern to enhance his vision. Those multicolored lights were clearly the colors of Spiritual Energy belonging to different Cultivation Attributes between Heaven and Earth.

Yet this time, he had