The Medallion

No matter how powerful a spirit manipulator was, he couldn't easily improve his cultivation with the much coveted spiritual crystal. Usually refined from beast bones containing spiritual power, the spiritual crystal had immense power. Together with the breed of the essence all over the world, its spiritual power was far beyond a man's control and endurance.

At the moment, Rocky was deeply alarmed, knowing that the power of the spiritual crystal might rip him to pieces. He could almost feel a stir in his body, his blood boiling and muscles twitching and jerking violently as if he was in in a meat grinder.

Luckily for Uriah, the raging spiritual power wasn't launched against him alone, as Rocky too, was affected, which meant Rocky shared hits pain and the attack was less focused. After a short while, tiny sparks popped and cracked around it, wrapping its small frame.

Seeing this, he made up his mind to soldier on with a stubborn will. On all accounts, he would never give up on Uriah. So, he kept the cultivation on even if it meant putting himself in danger.

After some time, the spiritual power that had threatened to rip him apart began to ebb. Uriah's dragon spiritual power had helped a great deal in lessening the full effect of the spiritual crystal. Like a whirlwind, the spiritual power circled through Rocky's body. For a moment, it settled in his belly, before finally going back to Uriah's Dragon Spirit Marks. The cycle of movements went on and on, bursts of spiritual power circulating between the two of them.

Though the pain in Rocky's body was less intense, the dash of the spiritual power was overwhelming. His mind started to cloud until he finally passed out, his hand still being dropping limply on Uriah's head. The circulation of the spiritual power between them still went on, cracking with tiny sparks.

At the break of dawn, the sun beautifully lit up the horizon with a spectacular glow that promised the first glimmer of hope. A slight breeze blew from the east, making the bamboo groves sway with a peaceful rhythm and grace — a stark contrast to the turmoil that had raged and ruled at night.

something licking him. Feebly, he waved his hand and shouted, "Uriah, stop!" The scary events of the night

licking didn't stop, so he struggled to open his heavy eyes, only to

twice as big as that of a man. Blinking, it stared at him, but strangely, its eyes were not threatening. Then it casually stuck

usual, so cautiously, he checked his spiritual power.

reached the third grade of the Mortal Stage from the second

What's going on?" Rocky couldn't believe

the first time to see just how massive it was. The beast had the head of a dragon, and its trunk and limbs were as strong as the tiger's. Behind

as he looked around. As if in response

strange beast leaning too close blocked his view, but apparently, Uriah was nowhere nearby. Recalling last night's events, and his unexplained surge of power, the reality slowly dawned on him. He raised his head and looked carefully at the beast. "Uriah...

excitedly threw his weight around. Forgetting his current enormous size, he tumbled Rocky down by