"Chen Changming, this dragon blood is so precious. What are you hesitating for? Hurry up and swallow it!"
The Cold Marrow Ice Soul Dragon's voice suddenly rang out in his sea of consciousness, tinged with urgency and impatience.
Chen Changming frowned slightly and asked hesitantly, "Do I need to take this drop of dragon blood in portions?"
"No. Such a tiny drop of dragon blood is nothing your body needs to take in portions."
The Cold Marrow Ice Soul Dragon spoke casually, his tone brimming with dismissive certainty.
Chen Changming nodded.
His physical strength now rivaled that of a body cultivator at the first layer of the Fusion Realm, and his toughness far surpassed cultivators of his own level. In theory, he should have been able to withstand the impact of this drop of dragon blood.
With that thought, he hesitated no longer. He opened his mouth and swallowed the dark red drop of dragon blood.
Boom!
The instant the dragon blood entered his lower abdomen, it detonated like a depth charge, transforming into towering waves of blood energy that surged wildly through every limb and bone.
The energy was far vaster and more violent than Chen Changming had expected, like a primordial dragon that had suddenly broken free after ten thousand years of captivity and was now rampaging through his meridians.
He swiftly activated the Immortal Furnace Body-Forging Art, putting all his strength into refining the surging blood energy.
Yet the moment he began, Chen Changming realized that he had utterly underestimated the energy packed into this single drop of dragon blood.
There was simply too much-more than his entire body could withstand.
Hideous bulges kept rising across his skin, as though countless little snakes were slithering and darting beneath it. Even his head became uneven and misshapen, his