Before the Ancestor Dragon Soul.
A group of figures in black robes trembled uncontrollably. Unable to withstand the overwhelming bloodline suppression, they collapsed to the ground as blood seeped through their robes, staining the black into crimson red.
The Ancestor Dragon was, after all, the Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons.
The very first dragon that emerged after the heavens and earth split—a creation imbued with the essence of heaven's fortune.
Even with nothing but a wisp of its soul remaining, the bloodline power it exuded was far beyond the capacity of ordinary beings to endure.
Only a man dressed in white stood calmly before the Ancestor Dragon's soul. With an indifferent tone, he said, "And what can you do now? With just this wisp of a soul, if you dare to strike, it will dissipate completely. Once your soul is scattered without entering reincarnation, won't it be far too great a loss for you?
