After the Dragon God died, Xia Ming completely devoured everything he had been.
A vast, unimaginable power surged into his body like a flood bursting through a dam.
The Dragon God's origin, the Dragon God's memories, the Dragon God's comprehension of the laws.
All of it was absorbed and fused by him, turned to his own use.
In that moment, he felt as if he had broken through a limit, his level climbing endlessly upward, faintly touching the peak of the universe.
It was an unprecedented experience, as if all the mysteries of the entire universe had unfolded before his eyes.
The movement of the stars, the flow of laws, the cycle of life and death—everything became clearly visible.
This was a qualitative transformation.
Even if he faced the version of himself from before this battle, the current Xia Ming seemed confident he could kill him within a few moves.
That gap was no longer an accumulation of quantity, but a leap in essence.
It was like the chasm between mortals and gods. They simply could not be compared.
And with such strength, all manner of methods naturally became richer.
Even if one spoke only of support abilities, Xia Ming at this moment was no inferior to a peak God King.
Healing, amplification, resurrection...
These methods, which once required an enormous price to use, were now nothing more than the lift of a hand to him.
The Dragon God was dead, his greatest regret settled, and the God Position that had sustained Life all this time had also been passed on.
The God King Qilin should have dissipated there and then, turning into a speck of dust between heaven and earth.
However, Xia Ming kept him behind.
He even used the supreme power he had just obtained to reshape the