Chapter 1708 The Snake That Became a Dragon

Likewise, the black serpent was also able to sense one of its kind nearby.

However, the other's cultivation level was so profound that the black serpent felt an overwhelming pressure the moment they entered the mountain. It instinctively tried to stay as close as possible to Dalton.

No matter how advanced the entity's cultivation was, it would have no chance against someone like Dalton, who had concealed his energy so perfectly that the other party wouldn't even realize danger was nearby. By the time they did, it would likely be far too late.

The black serpent couldn't help but recall its own encounter with Dalton at the farmers' market. It was sure that this being would instinctively surrender without resistance just like it had done.

The four of them ascended the stone steps, surrounded by lush trees. The air was filled with the harmonious sounds of cicadas and birds, creating an oddly tranquil atmosphere.

Although the mountain didn't appear tall from the foot, it still took them half an hour to reach the summit.

As they reached the top, Wynter's gaze swept across the landscape, taking in the mountain's natural beauty.

site suitable for nurturing greatness. Between the valleys, there were even

undeniably built on a highly auspicious site. Mist swirled through the air, and the abundant water vapor added to

made it highly conducive for a serpent to undergo its metamorphosis into

slightly and tapped on the backpack. Once she was out of Martin's sight, she lowered her voice to ask, "Did you seriously not feel anything? That doesn't

like a serpent successfully transformed into a dragon here once." "Once?" Wynter raised an eyebrow and wasn't convinced. But instead of pressing further, she decided to observe for now. With the Ritual of Devotion approaching,

Her sharp eyes turned toward the village's water source. That would mean that the root of the problem was nearby. She would definitely be able to find a clue or two

surveying the layout and was preparing to descend the mountain, several villagers suddenly appeared, carrying offerings such as pigs and

the head of the group, Hamilton Clove,

a cigarette with a sheepish smile. "Granduncle Hamilton, I was

the cigarette. "Hurry up. The ritual is about to start. You know what will happen if

Martin nodded fervently.

toward the stream.

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