The trial within Fallen Star Abyss was not some simple tempering of the flesh and bloodline. It was more like a reforging of one's foundation!
Jiang Shu's heart jolted.
His foundation was incomparably robust, yet even so, he could still sense changes within himself.
If those Heavenly Pride Demon Monarchs could endure it, the benefits they gained would only be greater.
The Demon Race's foundation truly could not be underestimated.
Every major acupoint across his body was trembling.
The dragon-bone framework within him seemed to grow denser and tougher. The surging vitality brought by his dragon blood appeared to have been stained with an ancient shade of gray, becoming closer to the heavy, profound texture he had sensed from certain primordial Dragon Race remains.
An indescribable enlightenment flashed through his mind. The Dragon Transformation Technique was undergoing a qualitative transformation. If it succeeded, then from now on, he would no longer be imitating the Dragon Race. Instead, under the tempering of these dual forces, he would transform into a physique nearly equivalent to that of a true Dragon Race member.
It was as though some invisible threads were guiding this tempering force, gradually hammering the essence of his disguise into reality.
"This is not the effect of this so-called trial!"
A tremendous vigilance instantly surged within Jiang Shu. His divine sense spilled over his body like mercury pouring across the ground, sweeping through every inch of flesh, every trace of Blood Qi's flow, even tracing back to the source of the force driving the Dragon Transformation Technique's evolution.
He sensed a vast, icy force—concealed, yet carrying a trace of indifference. It was as though the Abyss itself was breathing, guiding the power of the Grand Array through some form of optimized selection.
It seemed merely to be following some rule,