The myth begins with the Lotus Lantern

Chapter 250 Red Dragon
His internal magical power flowed and surged, and a row of faint red scales appeared on his left arm, shining brightly in the sunlight.

This is a power that belongs entirely to the ego.

Absolutely true.

The heart of a sage is inherent in everyone; it does not require external things or need to be sought from outside.

Ding Lin certainly couldn't compare to a sage. He was still just a minor cultivator. If he had external help, he could certainly embrace all kinds of things. But if he didn't rely on external help, would he not be able to cultivate? He raised his head. In just a short while, the sun had risen much higher, a huge fireball hung overhead, and the shadows on the ground had also shortened considerably.

Ultimately, external things cannot last; only oneself is fundamental. One must not put the cart before the horse.

Ding Lin recalled his conversation with the Seven Fairies three years ago. Besides a long lecture on knowledge, her evaluation of him was also very pertinent: his cultivation was insufficient and his innate talent was lacking.

Now, with little time left in my life, spiritual practice can no longer make up for it.

First, improve your physical constitution.

Since there is no external force to rely on for the time being, we should first do our best to improve ourselves within our capabilities.

Even if things don't end perfectly, there will be no regrets in my heart.

You won't have any regrets if you do your best.

As the sun grew warmer, the mist that had been rising over the small pond evaporated, clearing away the fog and revealing its original, clear nature.

Ding Lin felt the restlessness in his heart vanish, and feeling the warmth of the sun, he felt a slight heat in his body. He turned around and slowly walked back to the pavilion, where he sat down on the futon.

Close your eyes.

Since transforming into a dragon, Ding Lin has neglected his true form for a long time. After all, according to common sense, unless one is born a true dragon, a dragon is the limit that can be reached by acquired evolution in the immortal realm. But according to common sense... according to common sense, nine thousand years of cultivation is also a realm that mortals cannot reach after birth.

Ding Lin, however, also arrived. Although it was by chance and he almost lost all his lifespan, he succeeded. Not only did he succeed, but he also cultivated the "Celestial Immortal Technique" to the Great Grade. His magic power transformed, and his physical body also benefited. Now, he might even be able to break through the Dragon Gate.

The consciousness soared high, and for the first time manifested a physical form in that watery world.

In the sky, a crimson dragon opened its eyes, bared its teeth and brandished its claws. It was a hundred feet long, with a single crystal horn on its head and claws growing from its belly. However, it only had a pair of front claws, with four slightly bent toes in front of the claws, sharp as knives.

The world beneath them had risen many times over since the beginning, making it somewhat unpredictable. Only in the shallows could one vaguely discern the original direction of the earth's veins. A few towering mountains stood on the water, unmoved by the surging waves, vaguely resembling the grandeur of the ocean.

"Yan!"

A dragon's roar echoed throughout.

The crimson dragon coiled its body and hovered in the air. Clouds followed the dragon, and a large amount of water vapor was wrapped around it, concealing the crimson dragon's form. Only occasionally did it reveal a scale or a claw. If it had not already revealed its form at the beginning, this scene alone would have made it indistinguishable from a real dragon.

But a fake is still a fake, and no matter how well it is hidden, it can never become real.

After frolicking among the clouds for a while, the red dragon seemed to realize it was getting boring. It turned its head and plunged into the sea from the sky, stirring up a large splash. Although the red dragon was huge, it looked tiny in the water. It did not dive deep, and in fact, the water was not that deep. It was somewhat inappropriate for a dragon to swim in shallow water. Moreover, the dragon form that it had just hidden was once again revealed without reservation.

"Wow!"

The red dragon charged into the sky again.

After this period of unrestrained indulgence, all human emotions in the dragon's eyes were temporarily suppressed and discarded, leaving only instinct. Only in this way could it be pure, and only in purity could it succeed. A thought planted beforehand was stirred up. Everything needs a beginning, and this was something that had to be done.

The crimson dragon tilted its head in mid-air, then a surge of longing welled up within it. Transform into a dragon!

The dragon transforms into a dragon!
This is a deepest desire buried in our instincts, a yearning for a higher level of life. Once this thought is sparked, it will naturally develop without any further guidance.

Suddenly, the sky and earth changed color.

This world is a manifestation of Ding Lin's mind, which has temporarily suppressed human reason and thought. This red dragon is still the embodiment of the will of Heaven.

One's own heart is the heart of Heaven.

The next moment, the entire ocean boiled, and the sun in the center of the sky also did its best, shining brightly and showering down endless light and heat. When the water vapor encountered the light and heat, it was instantly evaporated into clouds. This was the environment that the dragon liked the most. It swam in it, cheering and transforming. At a certain moment, the joy suddenly turned into pain.

"Yan!"

The dragon burst out of the clouds. Compared to before, it had grown hind claws, and its toes split apart. The last toe bone struggled to break through the skin and emerged. On its head, the white jade-like horn was splitting in the middle, trying to transform into a pair of dragon horns. It kept changing, but it couldn't give a result for a long time. Gradually, the speed of transformation slowed down and gradually stopped. The white jade-like horn was split in half and could no longer continue.

The scales and claws have completed their transformation; only the final dragon horns remain to be completed.

They failed at the last step, all their efforts were in vain.

Ultimately, the effort was insufficient, and the skill was lacking.

"Yan!"

The red dragon roared angrily, but to no avail.

It has claws but no horns. Even if it has grown five toes on its claws, it is still... a jiao (蛟) but not a dragon.

As if it had exhausted all its energy, the sun suddenly dimmed, the clouds hung low, pressing down on the sea, lifeless and still, not daring to stir up the slightest wind or cloud.

Failed.

On a towering mountain in the distance, a pine tree stands tall and verdant. The white clouds overhead have changed color at some point, turning into a dark, oppressive mass, as if something is brewing within them.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck diagonally across the sky, hitting the gap in the red dragon's horn. The lightning flashed and burst into flames.

The red dragon, in pain, was about to plunge into the water when its eyes suddenly cleared. Just before it entered the water, it stopped abruptly, clinging to the surface. The flames burned brightly, not extinguishing, but gradually spreading from its horns to its entire head, then along its neck, and finally engulfing its entire back in flames.

Flames raged, but the single horn on the dragon's head, now split in half, began to transform again, blooming amidst the flames and overshadowing their power—a breathtakingly beautiful sight that lasted for a long time…

The flames finally died down.

On the water's surface, a dying dragon, its body charred black, appeared.

"Crack!"

A soft sound.

Two jet-black objects fell from the top of the dragon's head, revealing a pair of dragon horns shaped like pine branches, as red as blood, and as vibrant as red agate.

Brilliant!
(End of this chapter)