Meng Wanjun gazed at the enormous flood dragon head in the air before her.
Her gaze traveled up its body, covered in palm-sized scales like scarlet jade, and finally settled on the fiery red clouds hundreds of yards overhead.
Her eyes grew grave, and an unnatural flush suddenly spread across her face.
Swish!
She raised two fingers like a sword before her chest. A pale golden glow gradually gathered at her fingertips, while a thin, brilliant golden mist slowly enveloped her.
She was activating the power of her dragon-tender bloodline to wield the Dragon-Transforming Finger.
In the distance.
As Li Ping watched Meng Wanjun cast the technique, he sensed something familiar in the golden mist surrounding her.
The sight strikingly resembled the overwhelming power Xu Guike had displayed at Northern Mang Mountain, as well as the strange power Li Ping had sensed when absorbing creation qi from a spirit vein seven or eight years earlier.
Meng Wanjun had once used the Dragon-Transforming Finger to help the Earthrock Python advance, but she had caused no such spectacular disturbance then.
After all.
The Earthrock Python had merely been breaking through the bottleneck of the third-tier late stage. It was only a snake demon descended from dragons, with such a faint true dragon bloodline that it barely qualified as dragonkin.
But the Scarlet Flood Dragon was different.
It was breaking through the great boundary of transformation. Success would bring a change as vast as the gulf between heaven and earth.
Moreover, it was a genuine flood dragon, with the bloodline of a fire-element true dragon flowing within it. If it cultivated to a sufficiently profound realm, it could Revert to Root, Return to Origin and become a true member of the dragon race.
Thus, to help it undergo transformation more smoothly, Meng Wanjun