In a sense, the Dragon Race's strongest power was actually its bloodline.
It had shaped all Dragons as they were today, and it was also the shackles binding every Dragon.
But from this moment onward, those shackles would gain another link.
"Receive the Will of Ten Thousand Dragons and deliver the decree of the Sin Dragon."
Let it be stated again: cognition was a form of power.
The royal clans had laid the groundwork for the name Sin Dragon for countless years, finally waiting until this moment, when over eighty percent of the Dragon Race acknowledged that name.
From within every Dragon that acknowledged the name Sin Dragon, a wisp of Black Qi drifted out due to the ritual.
Those wisps of Black Qi seemed to pierce through space, traveling along the bloodline before finally converging into the Sin Character of Dragon language.
"Merge!"
The moment the Sin Character drew near, the entire bloodline suddenly trembled.
A terrifying repulsive force emerged.
Binding it to a concept allowed the bloodline to attain a certain degree of eternity.
Eternity meant remaining unchanged.
Though it was not true eternity, altering the Dragon Race's bloodline was far from easy.
That was why they had chosen the cognition of countless Dragons as the condition for casting the spell.
They used their shared origin to reduce the repulsion, while using sheer numbers to increase its strength.
Even so, the royal-clan powerhouses present had spent several years casting the spell before they could initially engrave the Sin Character onto the bloodline.
To imprint it completely, all that remained was a matter of time.
A hundred thousand years?
A million years?
Ten million years?
All were possible.
It was merely time. To beings like them, it was the cheapest thing of all.
The bloodline then dispersed.
It was