The Pain of Losing a Son

Zhou Feng looked at the True Dragon corpse before him. It differed quite a bit from the True Dragons he had imagined.

According to the people around him, this had been a disciple of the East Sea Dragon Palace.

But now that he looked at it, there was none of a True Dragon's majesty. Only its golden scales bore some resemblance to a True Dragon.

Not a single other part of it looked like a True Dragon.

Even so, he remained extremely interested in the corpse.

The True Dragon clan! This was a race favored by the heavens.

Their bodies were powerful, they could naturally summon wind and rain, and they possessed long lifespans.

Other than their low fertility rate, they had virtually no flaws.

It would be great if he could dissect a True Dragon and gain some insight from it.

Legend had it that humans in ancient times had learned all kinds of divine abilities by dissecting various exotic beasts and divine beasts.

Divine beasts like True Dragons were born knowing divine abilities, and their bones were etched with Great Dao Rules.

With Heaven Rewards Diligence, he would not pass up any method of improving himself.

There was no cost to trying, and no matter what, effort would bring rewards.

With such a terrifying passive ability, Zhou Feng naturally used it whenever he could. He would not let go until he had squeezed out every last bit of value.

"Sure enough, the Ink Flood Dragon King really came back for revenge!"

"I never expected his revenge to be this fierce. We should get out of here quickly!"

"Still, the East Sea Dragon Palace did go too far back then."

"Let's go! Stop standing around like idiots!"

Seeing that the Ink Flood Dragon King remained silent, many cultivators prepared