In a secluded place, Qin Chuan was sitting cross-legged at the edge of a cliff, sensing the nature of heaven and earth, and incidentally creating a cultivation technique.
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
His body emitted a faint silver light, and continuously, silver runes flew out from within him, circling around him.
They were lines of scripture.
These scriptures flickered continuously, rapidly changing, swiftly being corrected, discarding the dross and keeping only the essence.
After a long time.
The scriptures suddenly trembled, like tadpoles finding their mother, instantly aligning in order, transforming into a dragon shadow in the sky.
The True Dragon bared its claws and fangs, made entirely of silvery white text, exuding a powerful and majestic aura.
"My 'Great Qin Ancestral Dragon Scripture' is finally complete."
Qin Chuan smiled.
This was the first cultivation technique he created, not particularly powerful, just barely reaching the level of a celestial deity.
