Once the True Dragon took form, all moisture and thunder fell under Ya Ci's command.
It was as though he had awakened from a long, long nightmare. The humiliation and torment he had suffered in that dream still left him seething with resentment, and the boundless rancor of the vast North Sea continued flowing into him.
As the dark clouds gradually dispersed, everything below became clear: the Black Dragon, Dragon Painting Mountain, Dragon Painting Temple, even Great Qiu Capital, and the destinies of countless mortals.
At that moment, Ya Ci seemed to relive those earlier days: scales torn out, flesh gouged away, blood drained, sinews ripped free...
The more rancor poured into him, the stronger his resentment grew, and the more vivid and intense those painful memories became. A terrifying surge of dragon qi also grew ever stronger!
By now, though the rancor in the vast North Sea had originated with Ya Ci, it had long since far surpassed his own resentment...
Just then-
"Clack!"
A crisp strike rang out, like thunder yet surpassing thunder, as though awakening the true spirit from a murky stupor. Everyone who heard it came to their senses in an instant!
Ya Ci swung his dragon head toward the sound. It was the Immortal from earlier. That brief moment of confusion had actually made him forget the Immortal's presence.
The Immortal now held a Ritual Ruler in his hand. That sound had come from striking it against his palm!
Ya Ci wanted to say something, but Yi Shuyuan merely shook his head.
"Still a little short. Still a little short."
He had already cast the Spirit Pearl to Ya Ci and helped him form a Dragon Pearl, yet Yi Shuyuan still said something was missing.
Seeing the dragon look his way, Yi Shuyuan spoke plainly.