The Path to the Martial Dao Myth

After a long while.

Jiang Ning rose to his feet, a ferocious blood-colored crimson dragon hovering above his head as if roaring.

The transformation of his body was nearing its end. He clenched his fist, and thunder rumbled within him as surging power rose, vast as the sea.

"My physical body is even stronger now!"

He murmured to himself, his eyes shining brightly.

He then closed his eyes. At once, he saw countless golden glimmers flickering within his blood, like countless golden rivers rushing onward.

"After eight blood exchanges, I'll be able to step into the realm of an invincible grandmaster."

The thought flashed through his mind. He could sense that the source of his current strength was the pale golden blood flowing through his body.

Within his blood, billions upon billions of golden particles flickered.

The existence of this blood endowed his body with immense vitality. It continued nourishing his physical body, driving his physique through yet another transformation.

I wonder how strong I am now?

Jiang Ning opened his eyes, his thoughts stirring.

Then.

He extended the index finger of his right hand toward the front, and a drop of pale golden blood condensed at his fingertip.

"Master!!!" Linglong immediately surfaced from the lake, her voice clear and crisp.

"Wait," Jiang Ning said calmly.

As his voice fell.

The golden blood gathered at his fingertip dripped down.

It landed heavily on the ground.

Plop!

The blood splashed, then seeped into the earth's surface and sank into the soil.

The next moment.

He saw the grass beneath his feet—freshly cut down by Linglong—grow wildly, reaching knee height in the blink of an eye.

"Master, that's such a waste!!" Linglong leaped from the lake and landed on the bank, instantly transforming into a young woman.

Aside from several golden-red scales