Qingyi lost track of time in that place.
He had already explored everything—more than ten million square kilometers—every part of the once-lush forest now reduced to ashes.
Volcanoes erupted nonstop, painting the blue sky with thick clouds of smoke, and a vibrant, hellish red was already devouring the blackness of the horizon.
At his feet, nothing remained but dragon corpses. Thousands. Tens of thousands.
He himself was no better off. One of his wings had been torn from his shoulder, as had his right eye, a deep gash made by sharp claws tearing his face in half.
Every inch of his body bore terrible marks from claws and bites, the vibrant red blood dripping between his black scales and forming pools on the scorched ground.
The pain was hellish, but he didn't mind it. Quite the contrary.
[Integration of original form "Incomplete Primordial Dragon God" successfully completed.
You can assume your original form in the same way you activate the Draconization ability.
