As Zhou Yan began to fuse with the dragon race's essence blood accumulated over ten thousand years, his aura grew stronger. Fortunately, this was Dragon Island, protected by powerful restrictions. The mighty blood qi did not spread outward but permeated the entire palace.
Li Chungang and Zhao Xuansu were greatly shocked by the powerful blood qi emanating from Zhou Yan.
"Although Zhou Yan's realm is low, his combat power will increase significantly after fusing with this bloodline. This lad's fortune is truly enviable."
Li Chungang watched Zhou Yan's physical changes and felt the surging blood qi within him, filled with envy.
"Isn't this good? The faster his strength increases, the sooner we can reach the Immortal Realm. I'm truly curious what the Immortal Realm here will be like," Zhao Xuansu said.
"The Immortal Realm here is far more complex than what we know. Dragon race, human race, beastmen, dwarves, elves, spirit race, even ghost race, demon race... where have we ever heard of these races before?"
"Only in this wondrous world can we see such peculiar races and witness the terrifying power possessed by various ancient races. Although we are also at the Land Immortal realm, there are not few people at this realm in this world."
Li Chungang glanced at the three old dragons. With their strength, there were two more in the dragon race with similar power, and several others were not far from the Land Immortal realm.
This was the dragon race, a race that once existed only in legends.
Having witnessed so many races and encountered so many unique individuals and events, it was as if a door had opened for Li Chungang, allowing his sword intent to break free from the confines of the human race itself.
The world he had previously inhabited was merely a small world, while this world was a grander one, filled with more wondrous things and greater insights.
For instance, merely sensing the energy erupted by the peculiar dragon race gave Li Chungang new enlightenment, which was incredibly precious.
Limited by this world, he could no longer advance his realm, but his combat power could continuously increase. Just like the Dragon King, although at the same realm as Li Chungang, the Dragon King's combat power was formidable.
The Dragon King's strength was truly half a step away from true "immortality."
As for Li Chungang and Zhao Xuansu, they were merely standing at the threshold of the Immortal Realm, with many steps yet to take to truly enter its gates.
Zhou Yan was currently enduring extreme pain. The dragon race's essence blood was immensely powerful, constantly fusing with the primordial bloodline within him. It was fortunate that his physique was special, allowing him to integrate various energies.
Zhou Yan's body was like a heaven and earth, capable of containing, absorbing, and growing stronger from anything, like an infinite space of Yin and Yang.
Zhou Yan suffered immense pain every second, but this pain was an indispensable part of the process.
Meanwhile, outside, the golden egg that had absorbed Zhou Yan's bloodline seemed to sense the vast dragon essence blood filling the palace and began to absorb it actively.
Absorbing the surplus blood qi emanating from Zhou Yan caused everyone to feel a powerful life fluctuation erupt from the golden egg.
"To think there would be such an unexpected gain. It seems the little fellow we've nurtured has excellent aptitude. He's likely the most talented dragon in the history of the Spirit Race."
The two old dragons looked towards the Dragon King.
When the old dragon's son was born, he was already extraordinarily gifted, born with the bloodline of the Dragon Race Emperor, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Emperor. However, his birth was untimely. If he were to be born directly, he would also suffer the shackles and constraints of the dragon race.
Therefore, the old dragon used a secret method to force him into hibernation, constantly using various dragon race treasures to enhance his aptitude, all in search of a suitable master.
For millions of years, those individuals had not satisfied the old dragon, until Zhou Yan appeared.
Zhou Yan's arrival surprised the old dragon greatly. His vast territory exuded a mysterious aura, and nothing could be discerned about it, even using the dragon race's secret arts proved futile.
Even Zhou Yan himself could not discover anything, only vaguely seeing a supreme silhouette manifesting behind him. That silhouette deeply shocked the old dragon.
Though he didn't know its specifics, the old dragon felt Zhou Yan's origin was extraordinary, perhaps even the reincarnation of a great figure from the Immortal Realm.
This was a situation that Zhou Yan himself likely didn't know, nor had he ever considered.
It was precisely because of Zhou Yan's many mysteries that the old dragon wished to entrust his son to Zhou Yan, hoping they could help the dragon race break free from their curse.
The seal set by the Supreme Beings of the Immortal Realm was undoubtedly not simple. Only by reaching a realm comparable to the Supremes could there be a sliver of hope.
And Zhou Yan was a person highly likely to reach that realm.
Time slowly passed, and the aura emanating from Zhou Yan grew stronger. Similarly, the life fluctuation of the golden egg before Zhou Yan became increasingly vigorous, as if it were about to hatch at any moment.
Zhou Yan's body also underwent significant changes. He was once again drawn into the scroll within his mind. The scroll reappeared, followed by the manifestation of a colossal dragon shadow roaring across the heavens.
It was a phantom of a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, shimmering with golden light, each scale like shining gold.
The dragon's roar resounded within Zhou Yan's mind, seemingly excited as it flew through the air, eventually soaring into Zhou Yan's scroll.
Within the scroll, a gleaming Five-Clawed Golden Dragon also appeared. At this moment, Zhou Yan himself emitted a dazzling golden light.
Golden energy permeated Zhou Yan's entire body, transforming him into a golden giant. His bloodline had completely shifted from crimson to golden-red, and every drop of blood was filled with immense blood qi.
A single drop of blood from Zhou Yan was akin to an invaluable elixir, capable of reviving the dead and bestowing immense power.
It was not an exaggeration to call Zhou Yan "Tang Sanzang" at this moment; his blood and flesh indeed contained vast amounts of energy.
After absorbing the dragon race's essence blood, Zhou Yan's realm, in one fell swoop, broke through to the seventy-seventh heaven of martial arts.
The seventy-seventh heaven was a monumental threshold.
Upon reaching this realm, one could levitate and fly without any external aid, and engage in combat in mid-air.