Roar.
As the two groups reunited, some celebrated their reunion while others rejoiced at surviving, but an impassioned dragon roar drew everyone's attention.
Huo Yuhao turned to look, his gaze freezing slightly as he saw a projection of light slowly separate from the surface of the Light Dragon King's enormous Dragon Bone. It was the exact same scale; it truly blotted out the sky and covered the earth.
A pair of dragon wings spread open, flowing like heavenly light, as beautiful as an aurora.
"Greetings, My King."
Xiao Bai Long's parents were the most emotional. They immediately dropped to one knee, devoutly assuming a posture of submission toward the Dragon King's projection.
Although Di Tian did not directly kneel on one knee, the bloodline within him instantly began to boil. A reverence akin to that of an imperial subject seeing his emperor surged through his entire body.
As a member of the Dragon Clan, and especially as a descendant of the Dark Dragon King's royal line, seeing one of his ancestors filled those golden eyes with uncontrollable excitement.
"Di Tian, descendant of the Dark Dragon King, greets the Light Dragon King." After a moment of excitement, Di Tian respectfully called out to the enormous dragon soul.
At that moment, Huo Yuhao saw Wang Qiu'er blink at him. Her voice transmission reached his ear. "Yuhao, should I kneel to show my respect?"
"I think you should." Huo Yuhao replied. "You're inheriting their legacy, after all. It wouldn't make sense not to kneel."
"You're right." Wang Qiu'er nodded, immediately preparing to kneel in salute.
But before her knees could touch the ground, a strand of soft light held her up.
Wang Qiu'er looked up in surprise.
A gentle voice, impossible to identify as male or female, rang in everyone's ears.
"You carry