Half a year later.
Shen Xuan stepped out from the practice room, arriving at the peak of Flying Dragon Island.
An illusion array had been set up here; a notice from the Island Master declared it a forbidden zone, prohibiting cultivators from coming up.
At that moment, the peak was shrouded in dark clouds.
Shen Xuan stood on the jagged rocks, silently activating the [Dragon Blood Boiling].
His entire body's blood began to mutate into a verdant green, like jade, accelerating suddenly and flowing like magma.
A deep roar like that of an old ox echoed as silver frost-like dragon scales appeared on Shen Xuan's skin, his body swelling rapidly.
In the next instant, Shen Xuan transformed into a Cold Ice Divine Dragon, over a dozen lengths long!
"Moo"!.
The Cold Ice Divine Dragon soared into the sky; a dragon's cry shattered the clouds within a hundred-zhang radius. The flood dragon's green eyes were as cold as frost, capable of freezing everything, sealing a hundred li of the sea.
