"Who? Who's talking?"
Jiang Bei's expression changed abruptly, and his gaze swept around him, but he found nothing at all.
And at that very moment, he suddenly saw the void ahead twist and ripple. Then the figure of a middle-aged man stepped out from within it.
The middle-aged man's form was extremely weak. He looked only forty or fifty years old, yet he carried an innate, dignified authority without even showing anger.
He was several times more imposing than the four Dragon Kings Jiang Bei had seen before combined.
"You are... the previous Dragon Emperor?"
Jiang Bei stared at him, momentarily stunned, and asked.
"Mm. But this is merely a wisp of remnant soul I left here to guard the inheritance. From what I can see, your affinity is the closest to the Soul Source Seed. It should have acknowledged you as its master, yes?"
The Old Dragon Emperor asked.
"Mm, that's right."
Jiang Bei nodded.
"I perceived everything that happened outside the ruins just now. I never expected that after our Holy Radiant Ancient Dragon Clan was destroyed by the Forbidden Ancient Clans, we would decline to such a state. Being weak is not frightening. What is frightening is disunity—our own people fighting our own people! The Soul Source Seed was actually treated by them as a tool to be exploited."
The Old Dragon Emperor shook his head, his tone filled with disappointment. "I waited here all these years, originally hoping that the Soul Source Seed would lead the Holy Radiant Ancient Dragon Clan here to take the inheritance and revive the clan. Now it seems... sigh! Even if that lot had used the Soul Source Seed to open this place, this wisp of my remnant soul would never have given them the inheritance. I would rather watch the