Master of Strange Dao

In the next moment, thunder crashed down like a pillar, striking squarely on the forehead of the Evil Dragon.

In just a breath, the Death Qi on the Evil Dragon's head evaporated rapidly. The enraged dragon wanted to struggle but could only control its head, unable to even turn it.

The Evil Dragon's head resisted a portion of the power, and under the bombardment of the light pillar, it turned into Thunder Water, flowing down the dragon's body and spilling in all directions.

At this moment, the Evil Dragon's body resisted most of the power.

When the Thunder Water flowed down the dragon's tail and reached Yang, only a fraction remained.

Yet even this fraction caused Yang's skin to become charred and emit a fragrant meat aroma, as half of his flesh and blood were cooked in an instant.

By the time it reached Yu Ziqing, only less than a fraction of its power remained.

Yu Ziqing turned into a Little Black Man, his entire body numb, as if his flesh and bones had partly separated. His skin cracked with innumerable fissures, not yet spraying blood, but the wounds turned scorched and sealed.

Yu Ziqing gritted his teeth, drawing a strand into the imprint, letting Little Ao Qing bear it.

He allocated a portion he couldn't withstand to Lou Huai below.

Lou Huai let out a pained cry, then immediately closed his mouth. His Demonic Qi dispersed continuously, yet he maintained his body, enduring the force of the Thunder Water.

He already felt the benefits.

Though part of the Demonic Qi disbanded, his power became purer. As a Devil, the negative remnants within him were forcibly refined and dissipated within the Thunder Water alongside the Demonic Qi.

His strength waned, but his potential expanded vastly.

This was a great fortune, an absolute world-shattering opportunity. Even if he died here, he couldn't let it go.

Within the imprint, the Transformation Thunder Tribulation infused with the power of Creation drowned Little Ao Qing. Despite the excruciating pain, he endured bravely. The spirituality previously dispersed began to amalgamate under the refinement of the Thunder Tribulation.

The incomplete spirituality, too, became complete through the refinement.

He himself seemed to transform into an independent entity.

He began to slowly sever connections completely with the former Evil Dragon.

The Evil Dragon, its consciousness not entirely dissolved, naturally felt this.

It roared in rage but could only continue to roar.

The Death Qi on its head was forcibly expelled by the most yang and rigid Thunder Water, and its frenzied consciousness weakened under the Thunder Water's cleansing.

Yang's flesh cycled from charring to recovery repeatedly.

Gradually, cracks appeared on his surface, and the Dragon Skin used as a primer began to peel away.

Beneath the Dragon Skin still lay a dragon, a wholly pitch-black dragon.

Yu Ziqing's body was completely numb, subjected to constant destruction yet immediately restored under the power of Creation and his own regenerative abilities.

His physical foundation improved immensely, and slowly, he felt a change within one of his orifices.

With the Thunder Water's refinement flowing in, part of the Thunder Water seemed to remain within the orifice.

Among the resonance of the other 719 orifices, that orifice endured the Thunder Water and completed a transformation, capable of storing increasingly more Thunder Water.

Yu Ziqing instantly became spirited, actively controlling and mobilizing Qi-Blood to continually assist in expanding and consolidating.

Unfortunately, only one orifice could contain such power. He wished to summon the Flying Eagle and Two-headed Snake; however, those two were utterly incapacitated, half-dead from the thunder's force, hanging by a thread, hiding within his lungs and kidneys.

Meanwhile, what unfolded here had already attracted the attention of numerous masters.

On the shores of Daqian, someone gazed far into the distance, seeing only the boundless tribulation clouds whose intense yang power had obliterated all investigative power and gaze. Sighing, they said,

"True Dragon Bloodline, alas, seeking its own path to destruction, a self-made doom, cannot survive."

In the deep sea's Dragon Clan, an old dragon looked westward, sighing.

"Can our Dragon Clan truly never possess a True Dragon Bloodline?"

He recalled the ancient prophecy, that the True Dragon Bloodline would inevitably face calamity.

A prophecy passed down from generation to generation among Dragon Kings.

In truth, all prophecies had come true, and not a single True Dragon Bloodline had met a good end.

That Evil Dragon was one of the rare few not to perish before adulthood with a True Dragon Bloodline.

He, too, didn't know why.

Ao Qing had once said during childhood that the True Dragon Bloodline was a Curse, but back then, they thought Ao Qing was rebellious, feeling too pressured and restricted from doing anything.

Despite numerous investigations, they never detected even a hint of a curse's power.

Just seeing the boundless tribulation clouds, the Old Dragon King knew the Evil Dragon could not weather this; it was doomed to die, and its True Dragon Bloodline couldn't possibly survive. Its body might just turn to ashes under the tribulation.

Nothing could be done.

Let it end. Maybe the Evil Dragon committed so much evil that even the heavens couldn't tolerate it.

Helplessly, the Old Dragon King sighed and closed his eyes.

"Only one round left. Can you all withstand it?"

Yang asked.

The Dragon Skin used as a primer had completely fallen away, turning to ash, revealing his true form as an entirely pitch-black dragon of the Dragon Clan.