The light gradually scattered, and Lin Ke finally saw clearly.
Yet just after a single glance, his heart contracted uncontrollably for a fraction of a moment.
As for the reason, it was also very simple.
Majesty.
Majesty that was blazing and impossible to look at directly.
Amidst the dazzling radiance, Lin Ke only had time to make out a partial phantom of Lin Xuanyuan's body before he could no longer look directly.
Yet this single glance also allowed him to see Lin Xuanyuan's situation.
The beast head he had just seen was not a beast head at all, but a dragon head.
Lin Xuanyuan's head had by this moment transformed into a majestic and sacred True Dragon head, noble, ancient, and carrying a grandiose momentum that overlooked all living beings.
That pair of dragon horns was crystal-clear like jade, naturally forked, and wreathed in auspicious, misty vapors.
The golden dragon whiskers beneath his jaw fluttered, and every single strand seemed condensed from pure Dao principles.
His body was slender and athletic, covered in layer upon layer of dragon scales that resembled glazed golden tiles.
Every single dragon scale circulated a warm and vast sacred brilliance, illuminating this dark space as bright as day.
The dark golden aura that previously carried a trace of slight violence had been completely replaced by pure, magnificent dragon might.
He merely hovered there, and a few dots of golden light rain spontaneously scattered around his body, accompanied by an indistinct, lingering sound of the Dao, cleansing the residual killing and dead silence qi within the space.
Roar--
Another dragon roar resounded.
Yet this dragon roar was different from the high-pitched passion when breaking out of the cocoon earlier, being filled with majesty and peace.
It was as if he were proclaiming the birth of a