"The seat of Thing Head is mine."
The sea boiled, and white vapor surged into the sky.
Xu Xuan walked step by step through the scalding white vapor. His face bore a human aspect, indistinct and numinous, while a sense of primal purity emanated with his every breath.
The dragon body that had once worn fur and horns had dissolved into pure, flawless flesh. His draconic nature lay hidden within, his humanity manifested without, as though he were the most perfect creation of heaven and earth.
That perfection was far too daunting. Any cultivator who first saw him would feel shock, followed by horror, sensing only that such a living being should never have existed in this world.
Was he a dragon, or a man?
Xu Xuan lightly touched his heart aperture. It was a little hot.
The hole burned through him by the divine ability had already healed. The blazing light had gone out and burned no longer, while the lingering virulent Greater Yang poison could not sustain itself within him and had been eradicated entirely.
The mysterious manifestation of [Thunderfall Marsh] had been damaged by dying in his place, and the red-dust tribulation Dust-Sweeping had left behind had yet to disperse. Apart from those two problems, his divine abilities, flesh, and life had all recovered.
The Mysterious Gold Crown settled upon his head, and all manner of visions manifested with it.
The evolution of living beings, the competition of myriad kinds, the flourishing of species, the vigorous workings and changes of the Heavenly Dao, and the slaughter as all creatures fought to be first-all were engraved upon this crown, which resembled a celestial ring.
This crown had a name:
[Thing-Head Mystic Crown]
This mystic crown was a symbol, representing the victor of the great postnatal struggle, the fusion