Origin Continent.
In a silver swamp, silver markings flickered across a flood dragon beast with ink-black scales, as though it were breathing.
In the process, it was growing.
As a Void True God-level beast, it naturally had no need to worry about its lifespan.
But if golden markings still failed to appear on its body after it reached Void True God Peak, that meant it lacked the potential to grow to the Eternal True God level.
"Cultivators of the myriad races have bloodline cultivation methods, and some other beasts have bloodline cultivation methods unique to them, too.
"Unfortunately, our race has none. The Ancestor King is preparing to create one, but when will he ever succeed?"
The Silver-Patterned Black Flood Dragon woke from its slumber, but did not get up. It merely began thinking idly.
It yearned for a bloodline cultivation method. Of course, it had heard of things like the law path, but that was far too difficult.
For a beast like it, which had reached the Void True God level entirely through innate talent, eating and sleeping, developing its bloodline was still acceptable. Comprehending laws was simply outside its consideration.
"Forget it. Becoming an Eternal True God is nothing but a wild hope. Things are fine as they are now. Apart from those hunters coming occasionally, there isn't much else."
The Silver-Patterned Black Flood Dragon prepared to return to sleep. It merely found it strange that it had woken up this time.
Drowsily, it was about to fall asleep.
"Something's wrong!" The Silver-Patterned Black Flood Dragon surged to its feet and was about to soar out of the swamp.
At that moment, boundless nothingness enveloped it.
The silver secret patterns on the Silver-Patterned Black Flood Dragon flashed as it expanded its void domain.
"Still trying to struggle?" A