Shared Glory, Shared Ruin!

But when had the Dragon Race bloodline ever seen a precedent of surviving alone?

One flourished, all flourished; one suffered, all suffered—

If they truly stepped over Big Brother's bones and escaped with their lives, their Dao hearts would collapse on the spot, their cultivation unable to advance another inch.

They might as well shatter their cores and destroy themselves here—at least that would be swift!

The three were overcome with anxiety and anger, opening their mouths to argue, only to be nailed in place by a frosty look from the East Sea Dragon King.

Once words were spoken, they were like spilled water—impossible to take back.

The Three Ancestors of the human race lowered their eyes in silence. Ying Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, while Li Tian's lips curled faintly upward, his gaze bright as a mirror, calmly observing this bitter drama forged from flesh and blood.

To be honest—

this scene truly was moving.

Had he not been caught up in it himself, he might have shed tears for such brotherly loyalty and courage.

What a pity...

For all the Dragon Race's prior machinations, every last one had been a knife driven into the hearts of the human race and the Earthly Dao camp.

They had long crossed the bottom line and touched the reverse scale.

They had no right to play spectators, much less any standing to speak of brotherhood.

So be it.

Since they were acting with such devotion, he might as well give them a push—

and turn this "brotherhood" into the fulcrum for prying out the truth.

In that flash of lightning and spark, Li Tian's thoughts suddenly cleared.

He quietly transmitted his thoughts, sending his plan into everyone's ears.

The Three Ancestors of the human race gave slight nods, while