Spring had passed to autumn.
In the blink of an eye, the semester had quietly slipped by.
Fang Xing gazed out the window and couldn't help but sigh.
Due to concerns about the Core Formation cultivators there, he couldn't recklessly go hunting... Furthermore, his increase in appetite meant that Spirit Rice and Demon Beast meat couldn't be replenished in time, which had slowed down his Martial Arts training in the past few months.
However, even so, his growth was unimaginable for the average Federation prodigy.
He extended his right hand, its skin crystal clear like yellow jade, the five fingers extraordinarily slender, devoid of any old skin, almost unbelievably so for a Martial Artist's palm.
At that moment, with a thought, a dragon's roar faintly transmitted through the void.
A Dragon Power emanated from him as the center, continuously spreading outward, forming a majestic 'Domain Prototype'!
