The atmosphere in the tower instantly shifted.
Every grain of pulverized piece of stone floating in the dim, sulfurous air halted its descent, suspended in a state of absolute reverence beneath the crushing majesty of the golden-scaled sovereign stepping out of the fading pillar of light.
Haoran smirked, looking completely relaxed and nonchalant as he turned his gaze from Qing Yan to observe his hands coated in dragon scaled gauntlets along with his tail.
Infinity Dragon God Physique, Major Completion.
For years, Haoran had tempered his body with rare dragon bloods, celestial herbs, and world-crushing battle intent, hoping to one day break threshold of Minor Completion and advance further.
But his physique seems like it had been a dormant titan slumbering within mortal clay, unable to advance.
So he has been waiting for a whetstone of sufficient hardness to strike the spark that would ignite its true furnace and finally break that barrier.
