Su Ming studied the glowing crimson Nine-Yang Dragon-Blood Lotus, letting a touch of naive confusion show on his face. "A red hue... Is this a mutated Seven-Yang Vermilion Lotus?" he murmured.
The dragon's voice boomed back.
"To recognize the Seven-Yang Vermilion Lotus at your age is indeed impressive, Junior Su Ming. However, your gaze is still bound by the mortal realm. Look closer. What lies before you is the supreme Nine-Yang Dragon-Blood Lotus, nourished by the pure essence of my dragon clan's blood for hundred thousand years. Refine it, and let it temper your shell!"
Su Ming maintained his facade, though his mind remained cold. The Nine-Yang Dragon-Blood Lotus was a legendary treasure. But as he studied the wall inscriptions, his eyes narrowed as he quietly read the name of the technique.
The Primordial Yang Demon Body.
