"Ancestor!" Ao Chaozong did not turn around, but he knew who had come. It was the ancestor of his own lineage.
The dragon race was divided into many branches. First came the distinction between pure-blooded dragons and subspecies; then, among both pure-blooded and subspecies dragons, there were many further branches based on their differing bloodlines.
On Dragon Island, those who truly held the dominant position were naturally the pure-blooded dragons. The subspecies dragons could even be considered servants and slaves, their status utterly incomparable to that of true pure-blooded dragons.
If subspecies dragons wished to escape such a fate, they could only rack their brains to purify their bloodlines and transform from subspecies into pure-blooded dragons. Only then would they have a true way forward.
Even powerful subspecies dragons had no way to stand shoulder to shoulder with pure-blooded dragons.
Among the pure-blooded dragons, there were also many clans. The dragon bore nine sons, and every son was different; their descendants were likewise completely distinct. That was how the dragon race had become so diverse that one race alone seemed capable of evolving into an entire world.
Ao Chaozong himself belonged to the Gold Dragon Clan, the noblest royal bloodline among the dragons. No one knew since when, but the Dragon Clan's patriarch had always been the patriarch of the Gold Dragon Clan. As time passed, the Gold Dragon Clan's status became extraordinary, even enough to rival the Sky Phoenix Bloodline of the Ancient Phoenix World.
Among the experts of the current generation of the Gold Dragon Clan—no, even among the entire dragon race—he was one of a kind. No one could stand alongside him, much less compete with him.
Even in the Myriad Realms, he had been confident that he would not lose to anyone. Yet Ye Xiwen alone