Master of Strange Dao

Yu Ziqing wanted a backer, a Ninth Tier Body Cultivator was not enough.

So, Yang prepared to find another backer for Yu Ziqing.

But a mere Ninth Tier Mountain Goat Demon was too weak.

He couldn't present it.

Then, he decided to go all the way and find a trustworthy Ninth Tier dragon for Yu Ziqing.

Yang stroked the dragon skin, and his gaze became more determined.

He really liked Jinlan Mountain now, Yu Ziqing was maintaining Jinlan Mountain, building its foundation, and forming a wide network of connections. These were things Yang couldn't do.

His identity destined him to stay hidden. Otherwise, if he encountered someone familiar from the past and they got to know him again, his identity might be exposed.

That would be a huge threat to Jinlan Mountain.

Therefore, what he could do was to find a truly powerful backer for Jinlan Mountain.

A Ninth Tier member of the Dragon Clan, combined with a Ninth Tier Body Cultivator who had awakened the Ten Directions Divine Skills, should barely be enough.

With pure thoughts, unwavering determination, and no regrets unto death.

Yang picked up the dragon skin and unhesitatingly put it on.

A new dharma method derived from the Beast Creation Skill.

It was activated.

The next moment, the dragon skin shrank and completely enveloped Yang.

Yang gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and stood still accepting it.

He could transform into a Sheep Demon that wasn't a Sheep Demon, taking the most solid step, proving the correctness of this path.

Naturally, he could continue down this path, leaping from the simplest Sheep Demon to a nearly impossible Dragon Clan member.

After all, the innate difference between a goat and a dragon was too vast, even if on the same tier, the gap was like a chasm, impassable.

All his bones were breaking, and his internal organs were being squeezed and shattered.

But it didn't matter, he just looked like a mountain goat, his structure was similar, but he wasn't really a goat.

This level of breaking, with the realm he reached from his daily body refinement, wouldn't kill him.

Slowly, the dragon skin completely retracted, transforming into a ball, the ball slowly changed shape, gradually elongating into the form of a dragon.

Several days later, two small holes appeared at one end of the dragon skin, with two tiny horns protruding.

Then from the belly, four small paws curled into a ball also tore through the dragon skin and stretched out.

After a few more days, a juvenile dragon over a man's height lay on the ground, eyes tightly shut, slowly moving its body into a snake array.

As it breathed, clouds started to appear.

The power fused from both demon qi and evil qi began to be re-refined with each breath.

The small dragon horns began to grow, and fine scales started to appear on the tender claws.

Using the Beast Creation Skill to counteract and transform into a member of the Dragon Clan was far more difficult than turning into a goat.

And having completed the first transformation, even with the aid of Heaven and Earth Power to fully transform, was merely a necessary condition.

A person could not become a dragon, only a demon, never before recognized by Heaven and Earth, who had walked a similar path, had the chance.

Yang's lifelong learning, the accumulated Dao of a Dao Cultivator, was all exercising influence at this moment.

Allowing for the depth of transformation to progress slowly but steadily.

By the time Yang's aura recovered to the Sixth Tier, the surroundings were about to run out of space for his size.

He slowly opened his eyes, deep and full of wisdom like a human's, but with a blink, they became majestic vertical pupils.

A unique majesty, present only in the Dragon Clan, slowly emerged.

He lay there, resting quietly for a moment, and then contacted Yu Ziqing again.

"Are you still at the mausoleum over there?"

"Yes, I've been to the third level, but the monster there, I can't beat it.

However, I found that the monster there has a core of power, particularly suited for cultivating Earth Fire Yang Escape. I've already started here.

How is it going on your side?"

Yang thought about his entirely fractured bones, ruptured and shattered organs, narrowly escaping death, but still casually replied.

"A bit of turbulence, but overall it was going smoothly. A month from now, I have something here that needs your help, just come out of the mausoleum and wait then."

"Oh, okay."

After going offline, Yang glanced at the still living liver of the Evil Dragon, took out his stone blade, cut off half, and stored it away.

Then he swam out through the mouth of the Evil Dragon.

A thin layer of black fog hovered over the Evil Dragon's head, still entranced in slumber.

Sensing something, the black fog slightly stirred.

"Calm down, it's me, don't make any mistakes. The most critical moment is coming, you also have a great opportunity, miss it, and you'll never have a real chance to walk the right path again."

Upon hearing this, Lou Huai immediately steadied himself, mustering all his strength to keep the sleeping Evil Dragon asleep.

When Lou Huai sensed a dragon emerge from the Evil Dragon's mouth, he was nearly scared witless.

He thought Yang was doomed.

Unexpectedly, when he heard the dragon speak, he realized it was Yang.

Lou Huai had never seen such a spectacle, not even in his inheritance.

He dared to swear on his righteous path, that the creature before him was absolutely a dragon, not an illusion.