Shangguan Wenyan muttered to himself, his voice filled with pain and gloom, "Not enough, still not enough..."
Then, the transformation of the body showed no signs of stopping.
He then continued to transform, and his original two feet gradually merged together, turning into a black tail.
Its tail was thick and powerful, covered with a hard keratin layer, gleaming with a cold luster.
As the tail grew, Shangguan Wenyan's body elongated further, and his bones emitted a chilling cracking sound, as if every inch of his bones was being reassembled.
His body became increasingly slender, and his muscle lines became more defined, exuding a sense of ferocious power.
The scales on its body gradually spread and overlapped, forming an indestructible armor.
Each scale seemed to contain dark energy, and when it trembled slightly, the surrounding air seemed to be stirred.
His head was also undergoing astonishing changes. His mouth kept opening wide, and his fangs became increasingly sharp and long, as if they could easily tear everything apart.
His nose bulged out, turning into two black holes like nostrils, and the breath he exhaled was scorching hot.
His eyes had turned completely blood red, like burning flames, revealing endless rage and killing intent.
At this moment, Shangguan Wenyan looked more and more like a dragon. A row of sharp bone spurs rose from his back, like sharp blades, gleaming coldly in the darkness.
Its tail lashed out repeatedly, striking the surrounding rocks and trees, causing a deafening roar that shook the earth.
He stretched out his body, each movement stirring up a gust of wind that sent dust flying.
"Why? Why is it still just a little bit short?" Shangguan Wenyan's voice echoed in the empty darkness, but received no answer.
A hint of confusion appeared in his eyes. Everything had gone smoothly when he fused with the black dragon!
In the primitive era, the Jiuli tribe was famous throughout the world for its beast-taming skills, which were considered unparalleled.
Shangguan Wenyan, as a member of the Jiuli tribe, and even a direct descendant, embarked on a path full of unknowns and dangers in pursuit of that supreme power.
In order to gain superhuman power, he made a shocking decision—he fused his body with a black dragon that had been dead for countless years.
Among the Jiuli tribe, only his younger brother Chi You knew about this decision. His brother admired his courage and worried about his future, but Shangguan Wenyan was determined and threw himself into this crazy fusion without hesitation.
The process of fusion is painful and lengthy, as if the soul is torn apart and then pieced back together.
In the darkness of the ritual, mysterious runes flickered and ancient incantations echoed.
Shangguan Wenyan's body gradually merged with the remains of the black dragon. The impact of the energy nearly made him faint, but he persevered thanks to his strong will.
However, the joy of successful integration did not last long, and side effects soon appeared.
Every ten years, he has to endure the torment of changing his scales and shedding his skin.
Each old scale that falls off feels like a piece of flesh being torn from the depths of his soul.
During the growth of new scales, he experienced unbearable itching, and he wished he could scratch his body until it bled.
The pain felt like a million ants were gnawing at every inch of his skin.
Moreover, each molting made him feel like he was dying.
My whole body felt like it was tightly bound by a thick shackle; my skin was dry and cracked, and my muscles were twitching.
During the days of molting, he could only hide in a dark corner and endure this inhuman pain alone.
He also underwent a significant change in his diet.
He could no longer accept ordinary food; only living monsters could satisfy his appetite.
Whenever hunger struck, a greedy glint would flash in his eyes, like that of a wild beast.
He would frantically pursue the aura of demonic beasts, and once he spotted his target, he would pounce on it without hesitation, tearing it apart with his sharp claws and teeth, and then devouring the warm flesh and blood.
As time went by, Shangguan Wenyan seemed to have inherited some of the dragon's habits.
He became increasingly reclusive, preferring to spend time alone in dark caves, lost in thought and meditation.
His temper also became extremely irritable, and he would fly into a rage at the slightest provocation.
Sometimes, he would suddenly stretch out his body, rush into the sky, and soar among the clouds, enjoying the thrill of freedom.
In the still of the night, he would raise his head like a dragon and roar at the moon, his voice echoing through the valleys and startling flocks of birds that were roosting there.
He slept very little, spending most of his time with his bloodshot eyes wide open, vigilantly watching everything around him.
Shangguan Wenyan's residence was also filled with the aura of dragons.
The cave was filled with all kinds of precious gems and strange bones, and the walls were covered with mysterious dragon patterns.
He often sat amidst a pile of treasure, stroking the glittering gems. (That's why he seized the Ma family's wealth; it's in his nature to be drawn to treasure.)
Despite possessing immense power, Shangguan Wenyan often felt lonely deep down, and he needed to become even stronger.
He knew he had embarked on a path of no return, and he had paid too high a price for this power.
To see her, he cannot stop; to see her, he must fight and grow stronger.
From the moment the decision to merge with the Black Dragon was made, the gears of fate began to turn.
He left the tribe during the crisis facing the Jiuli tribe and disappeared without a trace.
In order to cultivate, Shangguan Wenyan went to the world of cultivators. After ascending to heaven, he crossed seven great worlds and became a bloodthirsty, treacherous, vicious, and cunning god. He was the only god who was forbidden by the rules, an evil god.
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