Time moved forward.
Within the Dragon Race's territory.
A scaled butterfly danced endlessly among the flowers, Wind Elemental accompanying every flutter.
If this butterfly appeared in the outside world, it would be the dream pet of countless low-level summoners.
Yet there were no fewer than a million such butterflies in this forest.
They were merely ordinary creatures here.
The power brought by the Dragon Bloodline was plain to see.
The butterfly flew past ancient trees and arrived beside a nearby tribe.
It did not know what was here, but its bloodline guided it. Drawing near would benefit its bloodline, perhaps allowing it to undergo further draconification.
Above the tribe, an azure Wind Dragon reclined upon an invisible throne while thousands of dragons knelt below.
"I remember telling you to play with my descendant. I'm very pleased that you didn't hold back."
"But you beat my descendant so badly. I'm very displeased."
"Are you trying to prove that my bloodline is worthless?"
An elderly half-blood hurriedly said, "My lord..."
Before he could finish, his body collapsed out of his control.
More than half of the half-blood's body had been shredded by the wind, leaving only stark white bones.
Despite such agony, the elderly half-blood did not dare make a sound.
Perhaps because it had grown bored, or perhaps for some other reason, the azure Wind Dragon dispersed its attack. "Remember, fight him again in a month. Fight seriously."
Before its voice had faded, its figure had already vanished.
As it flew, the seventh-rank Wind Dragon suddenly stopped.
Something was wrong.
Yet its senses gave no warning.
Either some existence was misleading its senses, or a Seal had cut off the function of its perception.
Whatever the reason.
Not long after it resumed flying, the Wind Dragon stopped again. Several dragonkin covered