A dragon roar came from the Myriad Dragon Cauldron, followed by a dazzling golden ray that shot to the sky as the entire continent began to tremble along with the dragon roar.2

“Hot! Hot!” Lin Yun could feel his body burning in the Myriad Dragon Cauldron. It felt as though it was magma that flowed through his veins, not blood. The pain was naturally intense since it was a transforming process that Lin Yun repeated countless times. He couldn’t remember how many times he repeated it, whether it was a thousand or ten thousand. The pain had already numbed him.0

Lin Yun was like a wild beast, charging around in the Myriad Dragon Cauldron, throwing punches around. He was trying to vent the endless power within his body because his body was burning like a sun. The seven-colored divine dragon saint liquid was already exhausted within the cauldron, and he was venting by instinct with golden flames blazing in his eyes.0

“The growth is too excessive, and he’s still too young… but this is a path you have to take,” the Black Emperor said with a grave...0