Obtaining the Breath of the Ancient Dragon

As the words fell, the scene shifted again, and Yang Yuanhong returned to the Dragon Tomb.

At this moment, the azure dragon whose body had towered like a mountain peak had vanished, replaced by a streak of azure light.

This was the final reward of the Three Trials of Dragon Nightmare here—the Breath of the Ancient Dragon capable of advancing a cultivator's dragon body.

Next, Yang Yuanhong only needed to draw it into his body and pass the final trial of charging through the divine barrier to obtain this providential gift.

However, he truly needed to move faster from here on.

Because at this very moment, he was another head shorter than when he had entered the Dragon Tomb, already back to how he had been three years ago.

It was clear just how dense the amber's power had become here.

Judging by this rate, in less than an hour, he would likely be forced to "return to youth," reverting to infancy.

With time pressing, Yang Yuanhong stepped forward and activated his Spiritual Sense, drawing the azure Breath of the Ancient Dragon into his body.

When this dragon breath entered him, it was still gentle. Yet as the ancient power within it continued to unfurl, Yang Yuanhong began to feel turbulence stirring within his sea of consciousness.

It was an experience akin to "Body Seizure." He could clearly feel the azure dragon breath swelling within his mind, battering and squeezing his sea of consciousness.

Yet there was no malice whatsoever in the essence of this power. It seemed to have come merely in search of a place to dwell.

Yang Yuanhong did not forcibly suppress the dragon breath with his thoughts. Instead, he carefully sorted through it and guided it in a gentle manner.

He knew there was little time