Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress

The cold wind blew gently in the pitch-black, middle of the night. The black clouds shrouded the moon and only a few stars glowed faintly in the sky.

Deep in thought, Han Moze sat on the rooftop above the tallest hall of the imperial palace. His long, black hair drifted in the gathering cold winds. He wore black garments and had a handsome face like the ones in paintings. He wore nothing but an ice-cold expression on his face.

On the stairway, not too far from the palace hall, stood Lian Jiuhua and Le Zhengyu silently.

Le Zhengyu raised his head and smelt the dampness in the air. “Lian Jiuhua, it’s about to rain! Let’s head back!” He said in a soft voice.

“Alright. Let’s head back. Besides, there’s no use in us standing around here anyway. We can’t help.”

With that said, he leapt onto the horse.

In the end, Le Zhengyu glanced at the dark silhouette on the rooftop, then turned around before galloping out of the imperial palace.

Han Moze gazed intently at the dark clouds gathering in the sky. His eyes quivered and he unleashed a natural, eloquent aura.

After half an hour, the sky suddenly roared with waves of rolling thunder. Just then, a clap of thunder cut through the dark sky.

It suddenly started pouring.

The pattering rain fell on Han Moze, but it didn’t seem like he felt a thing. Sitting alone on the roof, he squinted up at the night sky and the reverberating dark clouds, as they interweaved with the thunder.

After the last cap of thunder, his power increased for some reason so this time, he couldn’t miss out on the opportunity to be hit by lightning.

He was going to try anything, as long as he could gain more power!

The cold winds and rain came pouring in and Han Moze felt a stifling pain in his chest. His eyes turned suddenly dark and he couldn’t help but lower his head and cough a few times to forcefully regain his senses.

Following his intense, hoarse coughs, he stubbornly pushed himself.

The thunderous roars erupted again, and flashes of lightning crashed down like thin, angry electric eels in the sky.

The blaring gleam of lightning sweeping the sky resembled silver snakes that zigzagged down and charged for the imperial palace.

All of a sudden, a golden bolt of lightning as thick as his arm rushed not too far from Han Moze’s position.

Without a second thought, Han Moze took off and flew straight towards the lightning.

A second later, the boundless, heavy rain carried the lightning and struck Han Moze’s body.

To his surprise, the lightning started to swiftly grow golden scales from Han Moze’s arm. Soon enough, it covered his entire body.

Seconds later, Han Moze suddenly turned into a giant golden dragon with a curved body and a tail shaped in a parasol. He had two scorpion-like hind legs and even two even larger claws.

He had an extraordinary prowess as though he looked down on heaven itself!

Han Moze swayed his body, then flew up into the sky with ease.

He bore into the cloudy sky like rapid lightning, then let out a sudden dragon’s roar. The sound resonated in the sky and resembled the rolling thunder.

In the Deep Ice Island of the Celestial Realm, a giant cyan dragon and a giant white dragon suddenly gathered.

They exchanged glances, then quickly spun around and turned into their human forms.

The man dressed in white had warm eyes and seemed rather eloquent. When he heard the dragon’s roar, he flatly said, “I hope the Crown Prince will be able to cultivate into a celestial in this era!”

The man in cyan had a firm look on his face and let out a faint sigh. “There’s still a long journey to go yet! Real dragons who fall to the mortal realm will need to withstand ninety-nine bolt of lightning to become a celestial! The Crown Prince seems to have only taken two bolts! And, the further back the lightning, the more overbearing they are. The slightest slip up could be his death!”

The man dressed in white nodded in agreement. “Also!”