Dragon Transformation Scripture

Boom—!!!

An immense surge of Dao Cultivation poured backward like a great river, rushing madly into the scroll painted with a coiled White Flood Dragon.

Jiang Yuechu's vision went black, and her consciousness plunged into darkness once more.

``` [Year One: You were born in the Demon Court in the far west. Countless aquatic creatures paid homage to you. With two horns on your brow and a body white as snow, you were born a princess of the White Flood Dragon Clan.]

[Year Twenty: Your royal father was a Demon Venerable of the Mountain-Viewing Realm. He often perched you atop his head as he patrolled the vast sea. He told you the Flood Dragon Clan had five branches.]

[White Flood Dragons had slender tails and excelled at commanding water; Black Flood Dragons had vicious scales and ruled in battle; Green Flood Dragons had iron spines and boundless strength; Red Flood Dragons had fiery eyes and breathed blazing flames; Yellow Flood Dragons had single horns and commanded earth and stone.]

[Of the five branches, the White Flood Dragons had once held the most honored standing. But after a great war, their strongest members had fallen, and their status was far below what it had been.]

[Year Fifty: You grew up carefree under your royal father's protection. You learned to summon wind and rain, and you thought nothing in the world could bring greater joy.]

[Year One Hundred: No longer content merely to shape clouds and rain, you began secretly practicing the arts of killing. Your royal father discovered it but did not scold you. He only sighed and said that, in this world, fists had the final say.]

[Year Three Hundred: Within the Demon Court, the clans clashed constantly over resources. The White Flood Dragon Clan suffered setback after setback