The wind howled violently through the pierced sternum of the dying White Dragon Emperor, carrying with it the sickening hiss of ancient, draconic essence being forcibly unseated from its ancestral origin.
Shen Haoran's pale fingers remained firmly planted upon Chen Feng's forehead, the golden parasitic imperial runes flaring with hungry, blinding radiance that seeped like liquid fire into the marrow of the twitching cultivator.
And at that moment, Haoran felt the physique getting devoured as his power surged.
It was an overwhelming, primordial sensation of elevation.
The essence of the fragment of the Nine Headed Dragon God violently flooded his refined meridians like a torrent of molten gold, tearing open the conduits of his physical body and restructuring his cellular foundation.
Every bone in Haoran's body vibrated with a deep, resonant metallic timbre, their density hardening exponentially as they absorbed the primeval draconic marrow.
