After spending several days with Shen Xuan, Liu Yiyun gradually realized that her inexpensive master appeared cold-faced, yet his heart wasn't bad, and he was somewhat bold.
"Master, are you sure this will work?"
"If the disciple fails to break through..."
Liu Yiyun mumbled quietly.
Before she finished speaking, Shen Xuan had already lightly tapped the back of her head with his palm.
"So much talk, quickly start cultivating!"
Liu Yiyun dared not speak further, she closed her eyes, focused her mind, and silently began operating the [Spiritual Flood Dragon Power].
The moment the cultivation technique started, the blood and qi within her body began boiling like simmering water.
Suddenly.
"Roar!"
A primitive, antiquated roar, as though from a distant past, exploded within her sea of consciousness.
Immediately afterward, a strange feeling enveloped her whole body.
She felt herself transforming into a spiritual flood dragon.
