When he thought of Wang Fuchen, Chen Fan's impatience to fully recover and advance his cultivation soared. He dreamt of making a swift breakthrough, leaving this place, and seeking revenge.
Wang Fuchen, I'll make you wish for death! Just you wait! Chen Fan swore to himself.
Before jumping off the cliff, he had also left behind a threat, saying that if he could survive this disaster, he would track down Wang Fuchen for retribution.
Now, he had survived the disaster and was fortunate enough to fall into a pool of dragon blood. It had reforged him, so he anticipated a significant increase in his strength, which would turn his revenge into a tangible reality.
Chen Fan rapidly absorbed the energy in the dragon's blood, transforming his physique and strengthening himself.
Amidst this transformation, a sudden tremor jolted Chen Fan's brain.
A resonant sound, reminiscent of a grand bell, echoed through his mind. Others couldn’t hear it, as that was purely a fluctuation in his mind.
Four words reverberated in his mind: "Wings of Rain Dragon!"
Chen Fan's mental gaze locked onto a small golden figure nestled deep within the middle of his brow. The discovery startled him.
He was certain this golden figure was a recent addition to his consciousness. Where exactly did it come from?
A flash of inspiration struck Chen Fan.
He recalled a streak of golden light entering him when lightning had struck him.
Numerous thoughts flooded Chen Fan's mind.
He had always thought that he got his unparalleled divine art thanks to that lightning strike. However, the current revelation suggested otherwise. The Heaven Seizing Art came from the golden light that had entered him, not the lightning strike.
What is this small golden figure? Could it be a remnant thought from some almighty being who perished during tribulations? Did it enter me because I just happened to be struck by lightning?
In this world, a malevolent divine ability known as Possession Rebirth existed.
Cultivators with high attainments left their divine nascent behind when facing utter destruction. To continue living, they would search for a new host, erase the host’s will, and take over their body. Chen Fan considered that this golden person might have been a formidable individual who, like the Rain Dragon, failed to overcome tribulations, leading to their soul scattering.
A wisp of their residual soul might have escaped and entered Chen Fan, waiting for him to become stronger to facilitate a possession.
“What should I do?” The thought depressed Chen Fan.
He had been perfectly okay when unaware of the tiny golden person’s existence, but it made him anxious now.
After all, he couldn’t be sure if his thoughts were correct and the golden figure was really after his body.
If that were true, wouldn’t all his efforts be in vain, merely serving someone else's agenda?
“It must be the case. The golden light gave me the unparalleled Heaven Seizing Art, opened my dantian, and cleansed my meridians, all while waiting for my cultivation to soar. They must be waiting for the moment when they can seize control easily.”
The more he thought, the more apprehensive Chen Fan became. He even wondered if he could dig this small golden person out and throw it away despite its treasure-like allure.
“What do I do? What should I do?”
Chen Fan kept asking himself. The fear of the golden figure overshadowed the joy of surviving a great disaster and reforging his physique with a dragon’s blood in his heart.
This small golden person had come with the lightning, now concealed deep between Chen Fan’s brows. It was a supernatural lodger with a mysterious, immeasurable, and irresistible aura.
Undoubtedly, an invincible expert!
A profoundly mighty entity!
Perhaps a god from legends!
With just a wisp of lingering consciousness, it could effortlessly dominate Chen Fan.
Chen Fan abruptly slapped himself, shaking off his distracting thoughts. “Ptooi! Why am I scaring myself?”
“This small golden person might be the lingering consciousness and could very well take over my body one day, so what?
“All I have to do is become strong. So strong that even this little guy can’t do anything. There is no need to be afraid! I might even refine it when the time comes!
“Right. Don’t scare yourself, Chen Fan. The situation is what it is; I better confront it with courage.
“So what if this small golden person has hidden motives? I'm still quite weak, and thinking wouldn’t get me anywhere. Instead, I should leverage this opportunity to benefit from the small golden person, strengthen myself, and increase my cultivation.
“One day, I'll stand at the pinnacle of martial arts, shattering the heavens. Even the gods themselves will bow before me. Who would dare seize control of me then?”
The fear within Chen Fan gradually subsided.
He was so weak now that in the eyes of those almighty figures, even Wang Fuchen, he was no stronger than an ant.
So, worrying about that little golden person’s motive was futile.
Rather than making baseless assumptions and frightening himself, he should consider ways to raise his cultivation. No amount of plotting and scheming would work against him when his cultivation was high enough. He would be able to crush them all.
Furthermore, the uncertainty of whether the small golden person intended to seize control remained.
Chen Fan couldn’t help but smirk at his own skepticism.
“Wings of Rain Dragon...”
As the small golden person repeated those four words, Chen Fan cautiously attempted to establish a mental connection with it.
He wanted to comprehend the true nature of this small golden being!
The moment he initiated mental communication, a profound flow of words and images flooded his consciousness. Surprisingly, it was a martial art.
Wings of Rain Dragon.
Qi Grandmaster powerhouses could sprint and glide in the air for short periods.
Meanwhile, Yuanfu realm powerhouses had a thick primeval force, enabling them to materialize wings from it and soar effortlessly. Traveling ten thousand miles in a day posed no challenge to them.
This Wings of Rain Dragon was a martial art that specialized in condensing something similar to primeval force wings—one that far surpassed the ordinary ones.
Rain Dragons, renowned as the lords of the skies, boasted unparalleled speed. Legend had it that only the divine beast Kunpeng in its Peng form could rival their swiftness. [1]
Wings of Rain Dragon could condense a pair of a rain dragon’s wings, enabling seamless flight and evading pursuers.
Moreover, with just his eighth-level cultivation, Chen Fan could tread the air like Yuanfu realm experts. Such was the might of this martial art.
Martial arts that could give the user a pair of primeval force wings were few and far between. There wasn’t a single one in the entire Spring Autumn Sect. Otherwise, a lot of people would have learned such a technique.
The ability to navigate the sky freely proved invaluable for pursuit or evasion, potentially saving lives during critical moments.
Take Sun Wenshan’s first attempt to intercept Chen Fan on the mountain path, for example. If Chen Fan had learned Wings of Rain Dragon, he could have easily evaded Sun Wenshan, even if he was outmatched, and Xiaobai wouldn’t have gotten heavily injured.
1. Kunpeng (鲲鹏) are a species of mythical magical beasts that originated from China. Peng or Great Peng (大鹏) is a giant bird that transforms from a Kun (鲲), a giant fish. In comparative mythology of giant creatures, Peng is similar to the Roc or Garuda and Kun to the Leviathan. So far, Peng has been used several times in passing to describe characters moving around in the air, and has been translated as roc. I will be using Peng if one really appears in the future. ?