In a trance, he seemed to transform into a True Dragon, inhaling and exhaling the clouds in the Void.
Each breath strengthened him a bit more.
He continued to grow stronger, shedding his scales repeatedly, becoming larger and larger.
In the constant breathing, he vaguely sensed a mysterious rhythm.
By aligning with this rhythm while exhaling and inhaling the clouds, his strength increased rapidly.
The clouds he inhaled seemed like Spiritual Pills And Elixirs, quickly enhancing himself.
However, maintaining this rhythm was difficult.
As time passed, he focused more and more on capturing this rhythm.
Yet the more he concentrated, the harder it was to grasp.
Letting go of thoughts and acting unconsciously, it instead arrived unexpectedly.
This strange rhythm was very playful, difficult to chase, forming an eternal pursuit over the long ages.
Always in pursuit, always in alignment.
