Going back to the second trial, Wang Ling was once again meditating. He closed his eyes and then absorbed the essence of the Infernal Dragon.
The essence was thick and powerful, it should take a while to fully absorb it all. The will of the Dragon observing on the side could still not believe it even when it watches him.
[So the thing enabling him to absorb it without a problem is because of his bloodline. Damn, that kind of bloodline is truly an imbalance in the Lower worlds such as this one. Only Fifth Generation Deities like myself and above can fight against someone like him.]
The Black Dragon's thoughts were all frivolous and didn't contain any underlying meaning. The essence of the Infernal Dragon is a treasure but it didn't really care about it.
Dragons may have the tendency to horde treasures, but when it reaches death it finds serenity. Unless there are a few special circumstances involved, a Dragon at death's door is amiable and wise.
