One day, two days, three days...
The sun cycled nine times, and it seemed that on the brink of death, the Flood Dragon had just comprehended something. If it had made a desperate move at that time, perhaps things would have been different.
Though it might have been struck dead by the Heavenly Tribulation, there was a sliver of hope.
But now, everything is too late.
Its vitality can no longer support another rise.
Only a sense of unwillingness lingers in its heart.
It gradually closed its eyes, sinking into the riverbed...
Chen Yuan sighed softly, his gaze serious.
The Flood Dragon crossing tribulation and transforming is much like the scene of a Martial Artist gradually climbing step by step.
The path of Martial Arts demands courage and determination.
Once defeated, if the spirit disperses, there's no chance anymore.
And there's no need to speak of the elusive path to eternal life.
