Tianmo was confident in absorbing the dragon bloodline. Though he may not be able to absorb the blood essence of the ancient true dragon, absorbing the lesser dragon might not be hard.
Pity. Who told him to reincarnate as a villain and change the destiny of the chosen one, only to offend the Heavenly Dao?
Nonetheless, within his secluded chamber, the Spirit Gathering Array glowed with complex runes, humming and drawing the breaths of heaven and earth into its core. Mist-like spiritual qi coiled and sank, layer upon layer, until the air grew dense and heavy.
A faint, sharp tang lingered in the air like thunder not yet born, like lightning restrained within the clouds. It stung the nose and seeped into the lungs, clearing stray thoughts and steadying the heart. It was Ozone.
Such was the residue of heavenly tribulations, the after-scent of thunder and shattered qi. Where powerful cultivators fought, where lightning descended to temper the body, that sharp clarity would remain. ¹
