In a muddy field, an enormous flood dragon slowly writhed forward.
He dragged a long trail across the ground.
He was the very child who had been struck by Tribulation Lightning in the mountains earlier.
His real name was Tong Zisheng, and he was the son of a Flood Dragon who ruled a river.
At the brink of death, he had used his own scales and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
In the end, he had even been forced to destroy his life-preserving treasure.
Only then had he barely neutralized it, but the price had still been devastating.
Several centuries of cultivation had nearly been destroyed in a single stroke.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined this would happen over a passing whim.
He had thought to use an unorthodox method to help a python he had raised survive Tribulation Lightning.
Who knew he would fail to steal the chicken and lose his rice into the bargain?
As for exactly what had happened, he could not figure out which step had gone wrong, no matter how hard he racked his brains.
"Just my fucking luck!"
Tong Zisheng silently cursed.
The Tribulation Lightning earlier would presumably attract other cultivators from the surrounding area.
In his current condition, others were bound to take advantage of his weakness. His most urgent task was to get back as soon as possible.
Footsteps sounded ahead, and Tong Zisheng's enormous eyes shifted.
It was a man and an ox.
They had delivered themselves right to his door.
Tong Zisheng opened his jaws wide and picked up speed.
Even a fly's flesh was still meat.
His speed was naturally worlds apart from what it had been before.
Yet to ordinary eyes, he was still so fast that only a shadow could be seen.