At that very moment.
As Su Changsheng finished devouring the black water, comprehended the Torch Snake bloodline, and awoke from his advancement.
Manman and Flower Fairy stared blankly behind him, their expressions filled with terror and shock.
The black water on the second level was rapidly receding. Within moments, the bottom was exposed, revealing an enormous snake skeleton thousands of meters long, coiled within, utterly silent.
As the black water vanished, the skeleton's ferocious, ancient aura, like something out of myth, erupted. This snake had a human skull and a serpent's body. Though not a shred of flesh remained, only crimson bones, one could still imagine how terrifying it must have been in life.
As its aura emerged, the small space on the second level alternated between daylight and darkness, biting winds and unbearable heat. In mere seconds, spring, summer, autumn, and winter seemed to play out, the four seasons cycling through.
"The Torch Dragon God's aura?"
Su Changsheng's expression grew grave.
Various pieces of inherited knowledge flashed through his mind. When the Torch Dragon God looked, it was day; when it closed its eyes, it was night. Its blowing brought winter, its exhalation summer. It neither drank nor ate nor breathed; its breath became wind. Its body stretched a thousand li, with a human face, a serpent's body, and a crimson hue.
This was the Torch Dragon. The opening and closing of its eyes brought day and night, and its breathing brought spring, summer, autumn, and winter. One could say the Torch Dragon was a god of Yin-Yang, of life and death, of the four seasons, and even of time and space. It ranked among the very highest of the Demon Race, and had even transcended the category of demons to become an embodiment of rules.
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