Ancient Beast Lord

Strength is the only way to survive. The Ten Thousand Beast Tower has ten floors, one floor and one realm. The spiritual beasts in the tower each seek to survive, killing, plundering, devouring, and growing. Zi Yu twisted her fingertips, and the years rolled forward. On the top floor of the tower, chaos was like a sea, and the stars were instantly extinguished. A dragon body of ten thousand feet walked freely through the endless thunder light. The sound of howling shook the heaven and earth and overwhelmed the roaring thunder, telling the joy of transformation. Ziyu held the Tower of Ten Thousand Beasts in his hand and muttered to himself: "The "true" dragons cultivated in this small world with incomplete laws do have some charm. As long as they enter the Taoist world, they can make up for their shortcomings as soon as possible and transform into innate true dragons." "The human race inherits civilization, the dragon race transforms through rebellion, and the beast race survives with wildness. In the final analysis, everything about the beast race comes from blood. They grow in battles, baptize the blood with time, and connect the past and the present. The blood is the trace of time. With time as the core of the beast's way, I can succeed."