As Chen Luo felt strange about the anomaly on Long Ji, Linglong, beneath the tribulation clouds, was on the verge of tears.
After the thirty-sixth wave of lightning, the lightning bolts from the True Dragon Tribulation became increasingly terrifying.
Even she, a newly born True Dragon, felt intense pain.
But what troubled Linglong even more was, why was her master holding her mother when she was diligently undergoing her tribulation?
Did he like her mother?
The thought of her master becoming a stepfather made Linglong's heart ache!
She couldn't bring herself to call him father!
However, after shattering the forty-ninth wave of lightning again, Linglong's heart suddenly stirred.
She had misunderstood her mother's relationship with Chen Luo before; perhaps this was also a misunderstanding?
Perhaps her mother, the Ascending True Dragon, was truly unwell and needed her master, a Dao cultivator, to support her?
Linglong was trying her best to convince herself to believe this absurd fact.
She believed that perhaps when she looked again later, her master would let go?
As Linglong's emotions churned, the lightning in the sky grew even more intense.
When the Ascending Tribulation reached its sixtieth wave, Linglong's True Dragon claws began to bleed.
The lightning from the sky had already exceeded her ability to cope.
Although under Chen Luo's methods, Linglong had undergone a transformation between life and death by borrowing the power of the True Dragon Tribulation,
she was still a nascent True Dragon, and her dragon body was somewhat immature.
However, Linglong, who had managed to convince herself, was not worried.
She assumed that after helping her mother, her master would definitely be paying attention to her!
As soon as she was in danger, her master would surely intervene!
But when she looked again with hope, her heart trembled fiercely:
"Roar!! (Let go of her hands!!!)"
In Linglong's eyes, Chen Luo not only hadn't released Long Ji, but he also showed no intention of looking at her.
Moreover, Chen Luo's posture while holding Long Ji seemed even more intimate!
Even in Linglong's disbelieving gaze, Chen Luo had even used his hands!
Both hands were placed directly on her!
Could it be that her mother, the Ascending True Dragon, was severely injured and needed personal treatment from her master, a Dao cultivator?
Linglong could no longer convince herself! She couldn't do it! This reason was too absurd!
"Roar!! (Master, you pervert!! And Mother! Why don't you refuse him!!!)"
Under her furious roar, Linglong felt a surge of new power within her.
In her rage, Linglong broke through her limits!
I, Linglong! Will rely only on myself!!!
...
"Roar!!!" Amidst the dragon's roar, there was no longer the immaturity of a newborn, but a majesty from above all demons!
Streams of divine lightning were torn apart by the blood-soaked True Dragon.
The scattered dragon blood fell into the sea like golden gems.
Years later, this sea, nourished by dragon blood, would give rise to many wonders.
But at this moment, in the sky, the True Dragon battling the lightning was gradually ushering in its true transformation!
True Dragons were noble due to their bloodline, but if they relied solely on their bloodline without a strong spirit, they would merely be powerful monsters.
In the midst of the blood, the pain continuously tempered Linglong's will.
And as long as her will did not falter, an endless stream of power seemed to surge forth from within her True Dragon body!
Sixty-sixth wave!
Seventy-seventh wave!!
Eighty-eighth wave!!!
The roar of the lightning resounded through heaven and earth, but even louder was the roar of the True Dragon!
After tearing apart another bolt of lightning, the True Dragon's body was already covered in scars.
Yet, Linglong's gaze towards the sky was still filled with fighting spirit!
Even though Linglong knew that she could not possibly withstand the next bolt of lightning, that she had reached her true limit.
Still, Linglong did not give up!
Unbeknownst to herself, the pure white spiritual energy that permeated her dragon body had gradually taken on a brilliant radiance.
The tribulation was not mere destruction; within destruction, the Heavenly Dao also bestowed gifts upon the newborn!
The initial ascension was to withstand the destruction of the tribulation.
To gain new life amidst destruction.
Linglong did not notice that the spiritual energy within her body was gradually transforming into a higher power under the forging of the tribulation.
When the transformation was complete, the leap in life would be a natural progression.
The tribulation was a test of life and death bestowed by the Heavenly Dao.
Only those who crossed the threshold of life and death were true ascenders!
"Roar! (Come!!!)" The blood-stained True Dragon issued its fighting spirit to the sky!
And the sky, too, would respond!
The dark sky began to spin, and the river of lightning gathered towards the center.
A pressure far exceeding anything before was brewing within the thunderclouds!
Without a sound,
a divine sword forged from lightning, ten thousand feet tall, suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.
On the divine sword were depicted countless wailing True Dragons,
as if its birth was meant to slaughter True Dragons!
If Long Ji were awake and saw this sword, she would likely immediately ask Chen Luo to intervene.
This was no longer a True Dragon Tribulation! This was a Supreme Tribulation!
Long Ji had miscalculated; having lost her memories from the organization, she had always believed Linglong's ascension tribulation was merely a True Dragon Tribulation descended due to her dragon bloodline.
She had forgotten that Linglong's human bloodline was also extraordinary!
After all, it was something the organization dared to combine with True Dragon bloodline!
Upon seeing the divine sword formed by lightning, a trace of primal fear flashed in Linglong's eyes.
But in the next moment, her tempered will allowed her to face an insurmountable enemy!
Though I die, I shall remain a True Dragon!
And True Dragons! Are not cowards who flee!
Without a roar, only determination in her eyes, the semi-immortal essence nearing transformation completely enveloped her dragon body.
However, this dragon-slaying sword showed no hesitation!
In what seemed like the blink of an eye,
the edge of the sword had already approached Linglong's slender neck!
Before it even touched, her dragon body, which even lightning could not harm, was split by a terrifying wound!
Blood gushed out, and death had arrived!
Even at this point, Linglong showed no intention of retreating!
Forward! Forward! Even in death, there is life!
And the divine sword forged from lightning seemed to have gained a fiercer edge from being stained with True Dragon blood!
In the next moment, this sword was about to strike the True Dragon again!
But it could not advance any further.
A handsome youth stood proudly between the divine sword and the True Dragon.
The youth's left hand gently reached out, countless spiritual patterns flashing as he lightly grasped the descending divine sword.
Sensing the True Dragon bloodline so close, the divine sword grew even more ferocious, yet it could no longer move an inch!
The youth's right hand then gently stroked the True Dragon's injured body, spiritual patterns flashing as the wounds quietly healed.
In Linglong's astonished gaze, Chen Luo smiled softly at her, "Well done, you are indeed my disciple."
"However, leave the rest to your master."
"Disciple, you should go and take good care of your mother; her condition isn't very good."
The Heaven Deception technique was fully activated!
The True Dragon beneath the heavenly tribulation quietly vanished amidst an inexplicable radiance.
Linglong felt as if in the blink of an eye, she had arrived outside the tribulation clouds.
And before her, someone had used artifact refining techniques to fashion a bed from white clouds, gently cradling a deeply sleeping, peerlessly beautiful woman.
Watching her disciple completely safe, Chen Luo sighed with relief, "Fortunately, I was watching all along, otherwise something bad would have happened."
The youth slowly raised his eyes, his dark pupils now turned golden.
His majestic gaze fixed on the restless divine sword, and his cold voice slowly spoke:
"Now, let me see the mutated tribulation!"