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Five years passed quickly.

Spirit Control Sect, Golden Roc Peak.

A certain secret chamber started shaking violently; inside, Shen Long sat cross-legged on a red cushion, his hands transformed into huge crimson dragon claws, his body covered with red dragon scales.

"I've finally succeeded, haha!"

Shen Long's face showed elation. He had consumed a superior Blood Flood Dragon Pill and had smoothly mastered the seventh layer of the Nine Revolutions Transforming Flood Dragon Technique. By his reckoning, it had been almost twenty years since he had advanced to the Core Formation Stage.

His claws glowed red for a moment and then reverted to two palms.

Shen Long entered the Spirit Control Tower and arrived at the second floor.

He opened his mouth and let out a deafening dragon's roar, a red soundwave sweeping out, heading straight for the ground.

The red soundwave struck the ground, causing it to explode and dust to fill the air.