The entrance of the Dragon Soul was like swallowing a tough piece of meat full of tendons; it couldn't be chewed, and the throat felt uncomfortable.
Yet Mo Hua's current divine thought had already reached Core Formation, completing the pure golden Tao transformation, vastly different from the divine sense of ordinary cultivators.
Even compared to before, there has been an advancement.
The tyrannical Dragon Power rampaged within his body.
Mo Hua manipulated the pure golden origin, transforming it into powerful telekinesis, like a millstone, grinding down the Dragon Soul bit by bit, swallowing it into his stomach.
A potent, scorching force burnt through his throat.
The mighty Dragon Soul traversed all over his body.
The defiant divine thought was like a tyrannical flood dragon, rampaging within, surging left and right.
