The overwhelming aura swept through the entire cavern, making even Huang Ya, who stood guard at the side, unable to contain the stir in his heart. His aged eyes gleamed with excitement.
He had succeeded!
He had truly succeeded!
A Demon Venerable.
In such a short time, he had personally witnessed Gold Horn rise from the Early Demon Lord stage straight into the Demon Venerable realm!
Such speed, such talent—it was no wonder he possessed the Ancestor Dragon Bloodline!
One had to know that the barrier between Demon Monarch and Demon Venerable could not be broken merely by having Great Dao Power poured into one's body.
It required a basic understanding and comprehension of the Great Dao of Space.
Perhaps that was the wonder of the Ancestor Dragon Bloodline.
Huang Ya was thrilled, yet Old Ancestor Fentian, seated high at the center of the stone platform, suddenly narrowed his pupils. The way he looked at Jiang Shu turned hostile once more.
Something was wrong!
It was too fast!
The infusion of Wan Ling's source energy had only begun moments ago, and the total amount was even less than he had anticipated.
The power accumulated within the Array Eye had not been completely absorbed by Gold Horn to stabilize his realm and consolidate his foundation as expected. Instead, it seemed to have been swallowed whole by a bottomless abyss, vanishing without a trace.
Within the stone platform's array, the patterns that had originally radiated boundless light dimmed at a visible rate.
The Flesh and Blood Furnace node, which had felt surging and full when first activated, as though it contained the source power of all living things in an entire world, now seemed somewhat shriveled.
Fentian's molten-gold gaze locked tightly onto Jiang Shu. He looked at the dazzling, soul-stirring, majestic Dragon