After the True Dragon's offspring was born, he was, as expected, still named Ge Gu.
As for his cultivation, it was practically nonexistent.
Even a True Dragon's own child had to cultivate one step at a time after birth.
It was just that those steps came astonishingly fast.
And with the True Dragon Race's innate gifts, even when they started cultivating from scratch, ordinary cultivators were no match for these "mortal dragons."
Ge Gu had possessed a Primordial Spirit before he was even born. An ordinary cultivator might train until death and still fail to develop one.
Though he was young, everyone could already see that his True Dragon Body was extraordinary.
His body was powerful, he was born with many Divine Abilities, and his spirit and will shook the heart.
Thanks to the Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass, Ge Gu had no defects. He had been born whole.
So long as he reached adulthood without mishap, he would become an Immortal King.
Meng Chuan's Chaos True Dragon Spirit Body, meanwhile, shared his cultivation: the Heavenly God Realm.
But taking down a Cult Master would still be a piece of cake.
The Chaos True Dragon soared through the sky. After getting a feel for his dragon body, he landed beside Meng Chuan and took human form.
"No wonder the True Dragon ranks first among the Ten Fiends," Meng Chuan sighed.
The Chaos True Dragon said nothing. He was Meng Chuan, so what was there to say?
"The True Dragon Race comes close to flawless perfection in every respect."
And what did perfection in every respect mean?
It meant the body, the Primordial Spirit, vitality, strength, speed, and more.
In all these respects, True Dragons stood at the peak of their level.
Each of the Ten Fiends had its strength: the Immortal Phoenix's