The spiraling dragons were vividly imprinted on Qin Huai's ribs. A total of ten purple-white dragons wrapped around them, as if they were attached with some kind of divine power.
Qin Huai's body sank. The bed under him suddenly creaked.
Qin Huai's eyes shone with a dazzling white light. He stood up and exhaled a white breath in the middle of summer.
"My white dragon force has finally succeeded."
He slowly raised his head. The white light in his eyes had yet to fade.
He looked inside his dantian. The sun was getting brighter and brighter, and it was two times bigger than it was two months ago. In comparison, the purple ball of lightning of the past was now as small as a grain.
Under the radiance of the sun, they struggled to survive. As for the ten giant dragons, they were still curled up in the dragon pearl.
One and a half months ago, Qin Huai had already broken through to the ninth refinement realm.