Within the Other Shore Sea.
Su Changsheng coiled upon his throne like a black mountain.
Within his ink-black scales, the power of the Dark Tribulation Flame faintly circulated. The strange, unknown power contained within involuntarily spread outward, blanketing hundreds of thousands of miles around the White Tiger Yao Nest with its aura.
Not only that, every fluctuation within the Other Shore Sea entered Su Changsheng's mind, allowing him to know every presence around him like the back of his hand without leaving home.
The Blood Qi within him continued to strengthen rapidly, seemingly without end. With no meridians or blood vessels to constrain it, all his blood had completely fused with his Yao Body.
From this point onward, as long as his Blood Qi endured, his flesh would never perish, its vitality cycling endlessly.
It could truly be called a body without leakage or calamity, infinite and boundless.
None of this was the main point, however. What mattered was that after incorporating the Dragon of Qi and Blood's dragon script, he faintly sensed that his Qi and Blood, consciousness, and even his flesh-everything about him-were connecting to another, entirely unknown layer of the world.
The feeling was exceedingly strange. It had not been particularly noticeable at first, but as his Qi and Blood continuously strengthened, every circuit it ran along the dragon markings within him intensified that feeling.
Upon reaching a particular threshold, he suddenly felt like a fish leaping out of the ocean, or as though he had pierced through that membrane and entered an entirely new realm in an instant.
Blood and red, black and darkness... all manner of brilliant colors imprinted themselves upon his mind.
Su Changsheng froze slightly. His enormous serpentine eyes surveyed his surroundings, and he saw that everything around him had become strange charts