"Thank you, Lord Di Tian!"
Wukong did not stand on ceremony. He clasped his fists with both hands and bowed deeply.
Then he seized that cluster of origin essence and refined it in an instant!
"Origin Replication!"
Wukong let out a low shout.
Four Soul Rings instantly appeared beneath his feet.
Purple, black, black, red!
The blood-red fourth Soul Ring suddenly blazed brightly.
In an instant, it devoured all the origin essence in Wukong's hand.
As the Soul Ring absorbed and analyzed the power of the origin essence,
a realization surged into his mind. The skeletal structure of the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King Clan, the paths of its meridians, and even the bloodline memories inherited from the Dragon God unfolded in Wukong's mind like a tide.
"Seventy-Two Transformations!"
Forming a hand seal, Wukong shouted, "Transform!"
The fourth Soul Ring erupted with dazzling red light once more.
The red glow instantly enveloped Wukong's body completely.
Roar—!
Accompanied by an earth-shaking dragon roar, Wukong's body rapidly expanded within the light.
His bones stretched, and his flesh reorganized.
In the blink of an eye, he had become a colossal black dragon a hundred meters long, its twin wings blotting out the sky!
Those cold, hard black dragon scales, those blade-sharp dragon claws, and those golden vertical pupils that radiated endless majesty were practically identical to Di Tian's true form!
Even the blue patterns flowing between the gaps in its scales were exactly the same!
"This... this aura..."
Zi JI widened her eyes in disbelief.
Had she not watched Wukong transform with her own eyes, she would have truly believed that Di Tian himself stood before her!
Even that pure bloodline pressure of the Dragon Clan was perfectly identical!
"Not only has he perfectly replicated the appearance, but he possesses the bloodline as well..."