Supreme of the Heavenly Realm

At the forefront, Ao Yuqing remained silent, gently biting her red lips, slender arms crossed in front of her chest, stubborn gaze fixed on the tranquil Ancestor Dragon Pool, though shortly, that stubbornness morphed into a hint of dejection.

This time, it was supposed to be her entering the Ancestor Dragon Pool, and now the situation was undeniably complex for her.

Despite her pride, she had never coveted the Ancestor Dragon Sacred Land, unquestionably the supreme sanctuary of the Dragon Clan; while she yearned for it, she lacked the confidence.

Yet now Ye Xuan, an outsider, had seized such an opportunity. His ambition wasn't merely limited to the Ancient Giant Dragon Bloodline; he aimed to acquire the most powerful, the Ancestor Dragon Bloodline!

That was something even the Clan Leader and those ancient monsters within the clan couldn't reach.

"This guy has such great ambition; isn't he afraid he'll burst from it?"

Ao Yuqing muttered to herself, her jade hand clenched softly. Although Ye Xuan's performance in the Ancestor Dragon Pool had shaken her greatly, she didn't believe he could truly succeed. After all, the Ancestor Dragon Bloodline belonged only to the strongest of the Dragon Clan; how could a mere lad snatch it away?

She didn't think Ye Xuan would be able to inherit the bloodline of their proud ancestor!

The waiting after that remained long, the Ancestor Dragon Pool remained calm, and time slipped by day after day, blink and it was half a month.

As time passed day by day, worry slowly appeared on Ao Feng's face, and the Dragon Clan's elder, initially shocked, exchanged looks, sighed softly, with some regret in their sighs.

Judging from the situation, Ye Xuan's failure seemed highly likely; otherwise, there would be some movement.

Previously, others challenged the Ancestor Dragon, but the outcome was decided in an instant.

The energy within the Ancestor Dragon Pool was surging, yet violently unpredictable; here, staying longer didn't necessarily mean better, as a single mistake could lead to one's body exploding from the Ancestor Dragon Pool's energy, thus becoming part of the pool's energy.

During the Dragon Clan elders' regretful sighs, the younger generation of the Dragon Clan bore heavy expressions; originally expecting a miracle, they hadn't anticipated it ultimately withering.

The setting sun hung low on the horizon, its dark red rays enveloping the world.

"Clan Leader, it's about time; we should reseal the Ancestor Dragon Pool, or else the energy will dissipate too heavily, leaving the Ancestor Dragon Pool semi-defunct," an elder looked at the sky, exhaled, and spoke.

Upon hearing this, Ao Feng's body seemed to quiver slightly, then he hoarsely said, "Maybe it's not at that stage yet; he might still be alive."

The elder chuckled bitterly and replied, "Impossible. So much time has passed. If he were to come out, he would have by now. If we don't close the Ancestor Dragon Pool now, it might become unusable in the future."

Saying this, he glanced at the mountains surrounding the Dragon Transformation Pond, where cracks were now densely packed, dragon qi gushing out, severely leaking.

Ao Feng fell silent, finally exhaled deeply, slowly nodding.

Seeing this, the elders waved their sleeves, energy beams whistling forth, weaving above the Ancestor Dragon Pool, forming a Light Array, then slowly descending to cloak the pool below.

However, just as the Light Array was about to descend, the sky suddenly grew heavy with clouds, amidst which lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, booming sounds spreading.

"Wait," Ao Feng first noticed the sky's anomaly, his expression slightly changing, speaking sternly.

The Dragon Clan elders paused the Array's descent, raising their heads, their gaze wary, staring at the sky's disturbance. A moment later, as if realizing something, their vision abruptly shifted toward the Ancestor Dragon Pool, eyes filled with astonishment once again.

"It can't be..." someone murmured in shock and disbelief.

In the sky, the clouds thickened, terrifying thunder gathering within, as if the whole world trembled under the roar of thunder.

Boom.

Below, the Ancestor Dragon Pool, which had long been calm, suddenly surged, countless gazes swiftly shifted toward it, then saw within the pool, a giant vortex gradually forming.

Swoosh!

At the moment the vortex took shape, a column of light shot out fiercely, soaring skyward. With its emergence, a peculiar pressure seemed to slowly emanate at that instant.

The column of light rose from the Ancestor Dragon Pool, within which a Dragon Shadow soared across the sky, then gradually dissipated, slowly revealing a human figure.

Rumble!

In the sky, clouds abruptly contracted, countless colossal thunderbolts, like thousands of dragons stampeding, suddenly roared down, overwhelming the column of light attacking the human figure within.

Yet, faced with the stampede of thunder, the figure within the beam stood unmoved, allowing the violent thunderbolts to strike fiercely against its body, arcs of lightning leaping in the sky, eventually absorbed into the figure.

Violent thunder in the sky sustained nearly half an hour, then gradually calmed.

Clouds dispersed, sunlight poured down, illuminating the mountains, while countless gazes locked onto that beam, where the figure seemed to stretch lazily, then stepped out of the light.

Focused vision revealed the slender figure, ultimately appearing with the familiar youthful face; it was Ye Xuan.

Roar!

Suddenly, a dragon's roar echoed. Ye Xuan's figure shifted, suddenly morphing into a dragon shape; moments later, he transformed into a colossal Purple Gold Giant Dragon, with two giant horns like blades, spanning the sky, possessing five claws, glowing with radiance. The instant this giant dragon appeared, the entire world fell into an immersive pressure.

Under such pressure, the multitude of Dragon Clan members present changed drastically; they felt at that moment an overwhelming emotion of trembling surge within them.

It was a suppression stemming from bloodline.

The entire mountain range fell silent.

Ao Feng looked at the slender figure in mid-air, finally tightly clenching his palm, a barely discernible sound of murmuring, with hidden deep shock slowly spread.

"Is it... Ancestor Dragon Bloodline?"

The majority were silent, with an immediate urge to kneel and worship reverently.