Gu are the true essence of heaven and earth, while humans are the spirit of all living things.
The human spirit is the first among all creatures. But there is always a cost; the Heavenly Dao is balanced, impartial, and selfless. Though humans possess the highest spirituality, their bodies are exceedingly fragile.
Humans have no sharp claws, no fur, no wings, no fish gills.
The raw strength of a human, while not the weakest, is at the very bottom. They cannot hope to compete with ordinary wild beasts.
A human's skin might as well be paper in front of a wild beast.
But once Fang Yuan transformed into the Sword Flood Dragon wild beast, he gained the creature's physical qualities. Though there was still a gap compared to a true Sword Flood Dragon, he had far surpassed the limits of the human race.
This was the original philosophy behind the founding of the Transformation Path—
Learn from all things, and add their strengths to your own.
Humans have no sharp claws? Turn human hands into claws. Humans have no fur? Transform to grow fur.
No wings? Sprout wings and learn to soar through the sky like birds. No gills? Transform into fish and roam the ocean depths.
Of course, by modern times, the philosophy of the Transformation Path had evolved beyond that.
It now used one path to reflect ten thousand paths. The prevailing school of thought in Transformation Path was to emulate the strengths of other paths.
Times are always progressing.
The wheels of history roll ever forward.
Ever since the Mad Demon Venerable founded the Transformation Path, this school had never declined. It was passed down throughout human history, constantly innovating, and still radiated vital energy to this day.
Fang Yuan stretched his flood dragon body lightly and flew before the Seventh Transformation immortal material.
It was a massive dark green ink-stone, distinguished among Seventh Transformation materials for its extreme hardness, density, and difficulty to work.
Dragon claws striking it left not the slightest mark.
Fang Yuan had already anticipated this and did not attempt to use his two dragon claws. Instead, he coiled his flood dragon body, then suddenly whipped around—tail strike!
Snap.
A crisp crack rang out as the dragon tail slammed hard into the dark green ink-stone.
The tail ached with pain, making Fang Yuan suck in a sharp breath through his teeth.
But on the surface of the dark green ink-stone, a faint crack had appeared.
In terms of sheer striking power, the tail's sweep was even more threatening than the dragon claws.
This was a minor characteristic of the Sword Flood Dragon.
Many flood dragons differed from one another in subtle details.
Some flood dragons possessed incredibly powerful bite force, with fangs sharper than their claws and tails. Others excelled at tearing, making their claws their most devastating weapon.
As for the Sword Flood Dragon itself, its body was long and slender. Agile in movement, its tail was even more formidable than its two small dragon claws.
And beyond the tail, the Sword Flood Dragon's greatest asset was its speed.
Fang Yuan had already tested it—the Sword Flood Dragon's endurance for long-distance travel was not impressive, but its explosive burst of speed from standstill was remarkable.
It couldn't match an Immortal Sword Flight Gu, but it was entirely comparable to Fang Yuan's Blood Path movement killer move—Blood Drift.
Moreover, because it was the Sword Flood Dragon's innate movement instinct, Fang Yuan found it far more nimble than Blood Drift when changing direction. It was effortlessly easy to control.
And the Sword Flood Dragon's most powerful weapon of all was its dragon breath.
The flood dragon's breath.
This was an innate ability possessed by virtually every flood dragon.
Just as the Supreme Sky Eagle had the ability to pierce through space and enter blessed lands and caves of heaven—only the flood dragon's breath was commonplace, very common. The Supreme Sky Eagle's ability, on the other hand, was exceedingly rare.
The Supreme Sky Eagle itself was already an extremely rare creature. The Eighth Transformation Gu Immortal Hei Fan had obtained one only by sheer fortune. Apart from him, no one else in the Hei family's history had ever possessed a second Supreme Sky Eagle.
Whoosh!
Fang Yuan tried exhaling the dragon breath.
In an instant, a streak of white light flashed past, striking the Sixth Transformation immortal material Dark Flow Gold Steel directly in front of him.
The Dark Flow Gold Steel trembled slightly, and the white light of the dragon breath had already vanished. The entire process was so swift it seemed as though nothing had happened.
But the next moment, the Dark Flow Gold Steel began to change. A crack appeared with perfect clarity on its surface—the fissure ran perfectly straight from top to bottom, tilted at a slight angle.
The Dark Flow Gold Steel was split in two by that single hairline seam. Then, due to its immense weight, the two halves slid apart against each other.
Two muffled thuds sounded in succession.
The entire massive Dark Flow Gold Steel, the size of a boulder, had been divided in two and toppled to the ground.
The cut surfaces were remarkably smooth, as if sliced clean by the sharpest peerless weapon in the world.
Fang Yuan's dragon claws could only leave marks barely an inch deep on the Dark Flow Gold Steel's surface. But the dragon breath he exhaled was unspeakably sharp, cleaving the enormous Dark Flow Gold Steel in two in a single breath!
It had to be remembered—among Sixth Transformation immortal materials, the Dark Flow Gold Steel was considered one of the most durable.