Roar~ howl!
The quiet cultivation chamber was suddenly filled with the sound of dragon roars and beast howls.
On the Thousand-Year Cold Jade Bed within the chamber, Zhouyang sat cross-legged, stark naked, with his hands forming Dharma Seals and his eyes shut in practice.
But upon closer inspection, it was evident that the muscles in his arms and various parts of his body twitched unnaturally, his face twisted in agony as if enduring some unspeakable pain.
As he reached a crucial point in his cultivation, a cyan-golden dragon shadow suddenly formed behind him and let out an earth-shattering roar.
Whenever that dragon shadow appeared, Zhouyang's body twitched even more violently, causing him to emit low growls reminiscent of wild beast howls.
No matter how unbearable the pain was, his hands remained steady in forming the seals, with no intention of stopping.
