Wang Ba instinctively turned his eyes aside and hurriedly deactivated the Bloodline Identification Technique.
At the same time, he swiftly used the Mother Qi of Ten Thousand Arts to ease the stinging pain in his eyes.
Soon, he opened his eyes and stared at the Ghost-Patterned Stone Dragon Lizard, which remained utterly oblivious as it sidled up to his feet and licked them.
Wang Ba's eyes were slightly red. His face showed no expression, but his heart was far from that calm.
He could not help recalling the sight he had just seen.
Above the Ghost-Patterned Stone Dragon Lizard's head, he had seen thousands upon thousands of strands of radiance interwoven like fireworks.
They were extremely unstable, seemingly liable to explode at any moment.
Yet strangely, the creator had somehow kneaded all that radiance together.
Within it, five distinct levels had vaguely emerged.
The most dazzling consisted of several strands floating high above the rest, like canopies overhead.
Among those several strands, one was especially brilliant and blinding, like a blazing sun.
Merely looking at it felt like being pricked with needles, as though he had touched upon some unfathomable existence.
This was the highest level among the Ghost-Patterned Stone Dragon Lizard's countless bloodlines.
Beneath those most conspicuous strands of radiance lay the others.
At the second level, dozens of strands were as large as winnowing baskets.
Below those, at the third level, hundreds upon thousands were as thick as bowls.
As for the fourth and fifth levels, he could not count them in that brief moment.
Even the lowest level resembled what he had seen on those horses.
What puzzled Wang Ba, however, was that in that brief glance, he had not caught so much as a scale or claw, as he had when looking at the horses.
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