Having made up her mind.
Jiang Yuechu no longer hesitated.
[Black Flood Dragon Jiao Chun (Shadow Tracing)]
Although this Black Flood Dragon was only at ink-point perfection, its strength fell far short of that rabbit in the Mountain-Viewing Realm.
But...
There was no helping it.
By her estimate, her accumulated Dao cultivation did not seem sufficient to extrapolate the Silverbone Demon Venerable...
Besides.
This Black Flood Dragon belonged to the Flood Dragon lineage and, more importantly, came from the unfathomably mysterious Drinking-Horse Reach.
If she could complete it, besides obtaining a fragment of the Dragon Transformation Scripture.
Perhaps...
She could also glimpse a corner of the truth behind the overseas Demon Race.
Jiang Yuechu silently spoke in her mind.
Infuse.
Boom—!!!
As the command went out.
The fifteen thousand-odd years of Dao cultivation on the panel plummeted in an instant.
The previously motionless ink-black Flood Dragon flared its scales, its whiskers and mane flying.
An overpowering fishy stench from the deep sea rushed into her face.
Jiang Yuechu felt her vision go black.
The familiar sensation of weightlessness swept over her.
Her consciousness plunged into darkness once more.
``` [Year one, you were born at the farthest reaches of the Eastern Sea, in waters shrouded in mist all year round. This place was Drinking-Horse Reach.]
[Unlike those aquatic creatures born weak and frail, you were already ten feet long upon breaking out of your shell, your entire body black as ink and your scales hard as iron.]
[You were a Black Flood Dragon.]
[Your father told you that in Drinking-Horse Reach, strength reigned supreme, and the Black Flood Dragon Lineage was born for slaughter.]
[Year twenty, you grew up amid savage battles, devouring countless members of the Demon Race and gradually gaining some insight into the path