Realm-Hopping Martial Master

The trial within the Starfall Abyss is not a mere tempering of the body and bloodline, but more akin to a foundation restructuring!

Jiang Shu’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.

His foundation is immensely solid, yet even so, he could feel certain changes within himself.

And those prodigious Demon Monarchs, if they can bear it, would gain even greater benefits.

The foundation of the Demon Race is indeed not to be underestimated.

Every major acupoint on his body trembles.

The structure of dragon bones inside his body seems to become more solid and tough, the surging vitality brought by the flowing dragon blood seems to be stained with an ancient grey hue, more akin to the heavy texture he perceived on some Ancient Dragon Clan relics.

An indescribable insight flashed through his mind, the Dragon Transformation Technique is undergoing a qualitative change. If the change is successful, he will not merely simulate the Dragon Clan, but transform into a physique nearly akin to that of a true Dragon Clan under the dual refinement of power.

It seems like some invisible thread is guiding this refining force, causing his disguised essence to be gradually solidified into real.

"This is not the effect of the so-called trial!"

Jiang Shu’s heart was instantly overwhelmed with caution, his Divine Thought spread over every inch of his flesh and blood like mercury, tracing every strand of blood and energy flow, even backtracking the source of power that drove the transformation in the Dragon Transformation Technique.

He sensed a vast coldness, obscure yet carrying a touch of indifference, as if the abyss itself is breathing, guiding the power of the Great Array in some form of optimal filtration.

It seems to merely follow some rule, singularly focusing on refining his "Ancestor Dragon Bloodline."

Regarding his personal will, or perhaps even the distinction between humans and demons, it showed no concern.

At least for now, this force purely optimizes his dragon body, enhances his power, without any malice or trap.

"Since it is harmless and immensely beneficial to my power enhancement..."

Jiang Shu immediately made a decision.

"Then I might as well endure it!"

At the bottom of the abyss, the dark currents are surging; this is not the best time to explore the mastermind behind it.

He instantly restrained his mind, no longer resisting the peculiar transformative force, but rather opening himself up to accept and deepen the refinement.

His bones emitted a subtle yet crisp sound that resembled a dragon’s chant, the dim dragon scale markings on his body became clearer and profounder upon being washed by the grey light, as if coated with a layer of the rust of time, exuding a primitive savage aura.

While he started to "enjoy" the pain like an old tree taking root, the prodigious talents of the Demon Race beside him fell into a true hellish ordeal.

"Pft!"

The first to fail and spit blood while withdrawing was Feng Xiao from the Phoenix Clan.

Her splendid feathers, which she took pride in, fractured inch by inch under the violent pressure, her splendid True Fire flickered unsteadily, like a candle in the wind.

A dart of blood carrying fragmented gold sparks spurted far away, her complexion turned pale like paper, spider-web-like blood marks emerged on her body surface, she could no longer maintain the floating posture, staggeringly retreating towards the edge of the Starfall Platform, activating the star coffin mark on her body.

A hazy flame protected her, instantly ejecting her from the central area.

Following her, the muscular man from the True Hound Clan let out a heart-wrenching roar.

His brutish physique that he took pride in felt like it was being hammered repeatedly, his skin cracked inch by inch, revealing muscular fibers beneath that were dark golden like forged steel, which were also vibrating and deforming, even threads of metallic gleamed blood uncontrollably oozing from the cracks, merging into the void.

The veins on his forehead bulged, his eyes turned crimson nearly dripping blood, finally activating the mark while roaring, the massive body collapsed and knelt, sent away under the shield’s protection.

Before leaving, his aura noticeably waned.

Xuan Ling of the Kunpeng Clan looked paler than his silver hair, his body violently trembled under the pulls of Ancient Star Residual Power and the erosion of Earthly Muddy Qi, like a slender willow in the wind.

He attempted to employ his spatial talent to ease the force, yet those ubiquitous chaotic Daoist rules were like sticky quicksand, making every move an arduous struggle.

A mouthful of reverse blood surged to his throat but he swallowed it hard, a touching silver-blue bloodline oozing from the corner of his mouth.

A flash of struggle hinted in his eyes, ultimately choosing to exit, his figure disappearing while the faint threads of Space Dao Rhyme around him dispersed unusually clearly.

One by one, other prodigious talents withdrew.

They naturally realized if they could persist through the trial, tremendous benefits awaited.

Even possibly shaping their foundation as solid as a Demon Venerable.

Yet, it was really unbearable.

Scenes of screaming, spitting blood, and even the terrifying sight of some weaker bloodline Demon Clan members having their bodies shattered, and parts reverting to their original forms played successively.

Every time a prodigious talent from the Demon Clan withdrew, the uncontrollable essence of their blood and energy and fragments of painstakingly refined Dao Rhymes during their collapse, were sucked away by the invisible suction from the blood furnace stele, like rivers flowing into the ocean, merging into the pitch-black array marks below, converted and purified by the Great Array.

At this moment, Jiang Shu was the most relaxed person in the storm vortex.

While he endured the pain and accepted the dual refinement, his real Origin hidden beneath the dragon body, including all the Great Dao he comprehended, were greedily operating.

Especially the Devouring and Creation Dao, under Jiang Shu’s exquisite control, were like two invisible nets deeply infiltrating the flowing Great Array power beneath him.

The blood furnace absorbed and converted the energy torrent of others’ blood and Dao Rhymes, after the complex purification and refinement by core array marks, during the process of injecting into the stele for final utilization or storage, a small strand was silently intercepted by Jiang Shu.