A bloody rain drifted down in scattered drops, though it was not heavy.
Zhao Cheng shook the dust and mud from his body, becoming spotless once more, as if he had never gone through the battle before.
The Golden Realm truly felt utterly different from before. Even though he had once slain a dragon as Silver, combat power and elevation were two different things.
Now that he had truly reached this state, Zhao Cheng could clearly sense that all things were responding to him, all things submitting to him.
Before killing the Golden Ancient Dragon, his evolution rate on the panel had already reached 105%. After slaying the dragon, it had directly piled up to 125%. A single Ancient Dragon had given him a full 20% evolution rate.
If evolution rate surpassed 150%, one would become Red Star; if it exceeded 200%, one would begin to touch upon the Divine Realm.
The evolution rate provided by the Ancient Dragon also proved its worth from another angle.
From the pit scorched out by Dragon Blood, Zhao Cheng pulled out Zhao Dong and his two little companions, who were still soaking inside, then took out several sets of clothes from subspace.
"Ch-Cheng... Cheng-ge, can't you let me soak a little longer? I feel like I could take on ten people right now."
Zhao Dong was somewhat reluctant to leave.
"If you don't mind growing horns on your head, a tail behind you, scales all over your body, and having your hands turn into claws, then sure."
Zhao Cheng said.
Indeed, such changes would temporarily be erased by the world's corrective force. But if one's bloodline changed too much, Evolution Space would judge them to be on the monsters' side, and they would appear as an NPC in the future.
Long ago, some