At twelve, he reached the ninth level of Blood Condensation. At fifteen, he was trampled into the mud.
In three years, he went from a genius to the laughingstock of the entire city.
All his father left him was a broken jade pendant. Everyone said it wasn't worth a penny.
Then he bit his finger and let his blood drip onto it. Golden light burst forth, the Nine Meridians Transforming into Dragons Art flooded his mind, and the essence blood of Taotie exploded within him.
His meridians shattered, then were reforged. He gritted his teeth through the unbearable pain.
The moment a golden sacred meridian lit up, he threw back his head and roared.
After three years, he had finally taken hold of the key to the martial path once more.
At the clan's ancestral rite, a golden dragon coiled within the pillar of light shooting from the totem stele, then landed behind him and transformed into a Nine Heavens Void Python.
So what if it was only a first-grade totem? He knew that once he found the essence blood of the other eight Dragon Princes, this python would eventually become the Ancestral Dragon of the Nine Heavens!
