This ancient dragon, whose body stretched well over a hundred meters, had once undoubtedly stood among the overlords of dragonkind. Even if it could not compare to a three-headed aberration like Ladon at his peak, it was at least on the same level as that Copper-Horned Red Dragon—a high dragon.
If he could bring it under his command, it would be like immediately gaining an Elite 2 combatant, one even stronger than Ladon, who was currently only at Elite 1.
Unfortunately, it was about to die.
As a Longevity Race, dragons should have had extraordinarily long lifespans. Yet whenever they reached a new stage of life, they had to break through an unseen threshold.
If they could merely seal themselves within their lairs and sleep for long enough to become ancient dragons, ancient dragons would not be so scarce in this world.
"I have never seen you before, young descendant."
Though his life was already like a candle guttering in the wind, the old dragon could still tell that this kinsman was extraordinary.
That vigorous, flourishing aura of bloodline, surging and flowing like a breached flood, stood in stark contrast to his enormous dragon body.
This was a kinsman who had already surpassed the threshold of ancient dragons in strength, yet was still very young. He could not be called "ancient" at all, and still had a great many years left to live in his prime.
That meant the other party's bloodline was exceptional even among high dragons. In ancient times, he would at least have been the offspring of a Dragon King.
"I was born in the sunny south. This is my first time coming to the far north in search of my kin."
The old dragon rested his heavy head atop a massive boulder, exhaling a wisp of