In the backyard of the Nameless Chamber of Commerce, the chaotic vinegar pit still churned, its rich vinegar aroma carrying an unperceivable, subtle Dao rhyme of the Wither-Prosper Dao.
Xiaohong's massive dragon body soaked comfortably within it, its newly grown left claw instinctively stirring the viscous vinegar liquid. Its scales, interwoven with purple-gold and chaotic gray-white, shimmered with a warm luster under the reflection of the vinegar light.
The sense of weakness in its body born from Nirvana had mostly dissipated. Deep within the dark golden reverse scale over its heart, the illusory image of the purple-gold dragon soul grew increasingly solid, faintly forming a subtle resonance with the beating of Shi Lei's divine fetus.
Chapter 640