But Lu Zhaoyou was no ordinary teenager.
Though fear had momentarily gripped him, it did not hold him captive for long.
Instead, he steeled his resolve, his heart forging a decision as unyielding as tempered steel.
Days later, he ventured into the secluded depths of the Demon Raiding Mountains, a legendary place known for tempering one's self to a fault.
There, amidst the jagged peaks and whispering winds, he sought to refine the three drops of dragon blood he had acquired—a treasure that he believed could either elevate him to greatness or consume him entirely.
The process was strenuous, a trial of both body and spirit. Blood and sweat mingled as he poured every ounce of his will into the refinement.
Hours stretched into days, and days into what felt like an eternity, but at last, he succeeded. The dragon blood fused with his essence, triggering a profound transformation.
