Dragon-Shocking One felt that, whether in cultivation or Dao techniques, he had reached the pinnacle before entering the upper realm. There was no further room to increase, no further room to grow.
If he could rise any higher, he would break through the Dao barrier.
The current him was no longer quite the original him. He was a person formed with his original memories and disposition as the foundation, combined with a portion of Dragon-Shocking One's memories.
Zhang Yu's slaying of Yi Junzi was like how the latter had cast off an old body through Dao techniques earlier. It caused almost no harm to a newly born individual like him.
He asked himself whether he already feared no such sword strike. Even if he suffered the same suppression by Dao sound as before, there was no need to worry; the dragon chant within his consciousness would naturally dissolve and offset it.
At other times, he might still have been inclined to compete with this man for supremacy. But Celestial Xia clearly held the advantage now and was destroying their Dao-guarding treasures one after another. To step forward and challenge him again would be an unwise move.
What he needed to do next was thoroughly merge with the True Dragon Blood Seed below.
This step was also exceedingly simple. He merely needed to immerse himself within it, seize it, and merge with it. It could be completed almost in an instant.
No matter how swift the other party's sword-light was, it could not be faster than his thoughts.
The longer the night, the more dreams it brought. He feared some unforeseen change might arise at this moment, so he did not delay in the slightest. With a single turn of thought, he plunged into that True Dragon Blood Seed.
After the