After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

The old demon's face was pressed against the barrier of Zhou Ran's sea of ​​consciousness, staring at the energy vortex within Zhou Ran's dantian, even his soul body showed signs of instability.

"The power of primordial chaos..."

"This kid... he actually touched the threshold of Hunyuan."

Three or more different primal powers achieve true fusion within the same body, rather than merely coexisting.

Ye Futian has seen this thing before.

During his time as the Demon Emperor, no more than five people in the entire Heavenly Demon Realm could accomplish this.

Those five individuals later all became powerful figures in their respective fields…

One of them was none other than the Moon Emperor, Ji Yue, who had once shattered half of his demonic body with a single palm strike!

This kid, could it be that he glimpsed something from the void realm a few months ago...?

Ye Futian dared not think any further.

Zhou Ran had no extra energy to pay attention to his fear.

Above the sky, the first tribulation lightning bolt had already taken shape.

A purple-gold lightning bolt gathered devastating power at the bottom of the dark clouds, and the terrifying lightning illuminated the entire river surface in a ghastly white light.

He estimated the time remaining.

three minutes.

From the moment the lightning struck until he was completely torn apart by the dissipating energy, he had at most three minutes.

But there is only one thing he needs to do.

He rushed to the old dragon's belly and pulled out its core, which was detaching on its own, with his own hands!

Li Zhiyao was right; the old dragon was spitting out elixir.

It had had enough of four thousand years of imprisonment, the enslavement of the silver bell, and the suppression of the chains.

It would rather destroy its own foundation than become anyone's plaything again.

The separation of the body from the diatom is not something that can be done overnight.

Every inch of separation was accompanied by the excruciating pain of having one's soul torn apart.

This is also one of the reasons why the old dragon went into a complete frenzy.

pain.

Zhou Ran had to deliver the most painful and decisive blow for it.

The three-colored primordial power surged and roared through his meridians.

Zhou Ran's speed reached the pinnacle he could achieve in his lifetime.

He shattered the rock beneath his feet with his legs, his body transforming into a three-colored streak of light, splitting through the heavy water pressure and leaving a long vacuum trail at the bottom of the river, shooting straight toward the old dragon's churning belly.

The old dragon's vertical pupils caught sight of this tiny yet rapidly approaching object at the edge.

Dragon tail sweeps across!

This strike was unrestrained, a full-force attack purely to vent anger.

The jet-black scales, carrying the immense physical power accumulated over four thousand years, generated enough water pressure to instantly crush a reinforced steel bridge into an iron disc.

Zhou Ran had no room to dodge.

Under the immense pressure of deep water, no change of direction could keep up with the speed of the dragon's sweeping tail.

He raised Taihuang's left arm high.

The three-colored primordial power converged and compressed on the fist.

Head-on clash!

Fist and tail collided violently.

The point where the fists collided did not produce a crisp sound, but rather a dull, oppressive feeling, strong enough to crush steel, that spread in all directions.

Centered on the point of contact, terrifying spiderweb-like cracks burst outwards from the bottom rock strata.

The pressure wave forcefully blew up the mud and sand within a radius of twenty feet, forming a ring-shaped sand curtain.

Zhou Ran's body was thrown back by the immense force.

He tumbled in the water for over forty feet before barely managing to steady himself, spitting out a large amount of blood foam mixed with fragments of internal organs from the corner of his mouth.

A layer of scales on his left arm cracked, and a sharp, aching pain shot through his Qilin bone, as if it were about to break.

But his punch also knocked the huge dragon tail off its original trajectory.

It wasn't because of pain.

It was the familiar Primordial Origin within the Three-Colored Primordial Power that caused the old dragon's attack instincts to pause for a moment.

It was the aura of the person who forged the chains to suppress it four thousand years ago.

The old dragon's vertical pupils oscillated between hesitation and rage for less than half a breath before rage regained control.

It suddenly twisted its dragon head, and the dragon's breath gathered again.

The deep blue orb of light rapidly compressed within the throat, causing the temperature to rise sharply.

The surrounding river water was scorched into large clusters of white bubbles, and visibility was completely swallowed up by steam and blue light.

Dragon breath erupted.

A thick, dark blue pillar of fire, as thick as a bucket, pierced through the water layer, heading straight for Zhou Ran's chest.

Zhou Ran turned his body to the side in an extreme state.

He narrowly avoided the main body of the pillar of fire, but the scorching heat from its edge still grazed his right rib.

laugh!

The three layers of scales were burned through on the spot, the skin and flesh were charred and curled up, and the stark white ribs were exposed in the turbid river water.

A burnt smell of roasted meat filled the air.

Zhou Ran let out a suppressed growl, his speed increasing instead of decreasing.

Using the momentum from being flung away by the dragon's tail, he adjusted his angle and slid rapidly along the scales on the old dragon's belly.

The Demon Eye is operating at full power!

In the old dragon's abdomen, the dark blue dragon core floated in the dantian, still 30% connected to the dragon's blood and qi meridians, and was slowly peeling away inch by inch.

At the junction of the abdominal scales, there was an old wound that had been torn open due to the rage.

That was the spot where the chains were embedded four thousand years ago in the desolate wilderness; the skin and flesh had never truly healed.

The only entrance!

Zhou Ran's pupils suddenly contracted.

He adjusted his direction, his whole body tensed into a straight line, and plunged it fiercely into the old wound!

The gap in the old wound was just big enough to accommodate an adult's arm.

Zhou Ran inserted Taihuang's left arm inch by inch.

The primordial scales on the Qilin Arm hissed and crackled under the intense heat, constantly shattering and regenerating.

His five fingers pierced through layer after layer of tough tissue, finally touching the core of the dragon's elixir.

That sensation wasn't flesh and blood, but a chilling cold that could freeze the soul.

In stark contrast to the scorching heat within the dragon's body, the dragon core itself exudes a chilling aura that penetrates deep into the soul.

Four thousand years of cultivation were compressed into this pill the size of a human head, like a small glacier sealed inside the cavity of an active volcano.

The three-colored primordial power instantly adhered to the surface of the dragon core.

Zhou Ran exerted his strength and pulled outwards fiercely!

First inch.

The blood vessels connecting the dragon's core snapped instantly, the sound echoing within the old dragon's body, as if someone were tearing water-soaked linen from its internal organs.

The old dragon's body convulsed violently.

That was the most primal, tearing pain that came from the very foundation of one's cultivation.

It let out the most painful cry since it was born!

The sound waves created a visible shockwave in the water, which traveled wildly along Zhou Ran's arm, causing his internal organs to churn and warm blood to gush from his nose.

The second inch.

boom--!

The first heavenly tribulation lightning bolt finally descended from the sky!

The purple-gold lightning bolt, three zhang in diameter, roared down from the clouds, pierced through the sixty-meter-deep river, and struck the old dragon's single horn squarely.

Water poses no obstacle in the face of divine punishment.

The moment the lightning bolt struck the dragon's horn, the old dragon's hundred-zhang-long body convulsed and arched in the lightning, every muscle twisted into a knot.

Under the onslaught of the heavenly tribulation energy, large sections of the jet-black scales burst and fell off, revealing a layer of new golden-red scales underneath.

That's a sign of transformation into a dragon.

Old scales shed, and new scales should grow.

However, without the energy support of the dragon pill, the newly grown dragon scales only grew half an inch before stopping and withering, turning into pieces of dry, cracked, charred skin.

The unfinished dragon transformation.

The heavenly tribulation doesn't care whether you're ready or not; as long as you cross that threshold, the lightning punishment will descend.

Zhou Ran was still under the old dragon's belly.

The aftershocks of the tribulation lightning traveled down the dragon's spine along its horns.