Several more days passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, Long Xing sat atop the Dragon Throne in the treasure hall when Azure Light suddenly burst from his entire body.
An immensely powerful pressure erupted, shaking the entire treasure hall without cease. The waters outside churned violently, terrifying the living beings within the Secret Realm into scattering in all directions.
Roar! A dragon's roar followed, and the violent commotion jolted awake Nian Shuang and the other two, who had been meditating in the hall as they waited for Long Xing.
They stared at Long Xing on the Dragon Throne in utter shock.
His body was shrouded in Azure Light. At a certain moment, his originally white robe transformed into a cyan scale robe, several dragon phantoms darting across it as they roared wildly.
Then, with a soft whoosh, the shackles of the Small Accomplishment Heavenly Vein shattered instantly. He crossed Great Accomplishment and reached the Perfection Realm in one leap.
Before long, the shaking ceased, the phenomenon dispersed, and the waters returned to calm. Long Xing opened his eyes atop the Dragon Throne.
At that moment, he was like the Dragon Ancestor reborn—domineering and majestic, sacred and noble.
Long Han flashed over and arrived beneath the Dragon Throne, then dropped to his knees with a thud.
"Your subject, Long Han, greets the Dragon Emperor!"
Long Xing waved a hand and helped Long Han up. "Old Ancestor... there is no need for this!"
"No, no, no. You are the Dragon Emperor, the supreme ruler of the Dragon Clan. This subject is merely a mixed dragon transformed from a carp. I dare not let the Dragon Emperor call me Ancestor. Dragon Emperor, you may simply call this subject by name," Long Han said, shaking his head.
"I, Long Xing,