"Hahaha~"
"So what if I had a bloodline origin? I'm a Wild Dragon—Snake to Flood Dragon Transformation, Flood Dragon to Dragon Transformation~"
Whether or not she had been born in this place, the dignified and luxurious white dragon woman in the Empress's Palace had indeed drained away the Dragon Bloodline, draining all magical power and returning them to the mortal world. It was neither a seal nor a restriction—it had truly taken away everything related to dragons.
Perhaps it had been the only way to let their descendants survive when they faced extinction.
It had been a last resort among last resorts.
The pain of forcibly ripping out a Divine Dragon bloodline was beyond imagining. Once their bloodline and magical power were extracted, they became ordinary and unremarkable. It nearly sentenced them to never becoming dragons, to muddling through life in a daze forever.
They could only keep fighting and fleeing to survive, hunting and struggling for life.
Perhaps they could not even become some mountain wildling spirit.
"They're all reflections. I can't touch them or feel them."
The dryness swiftly evaporated her tears. Lying on the lonely dragon throne, she stared blankly at the round patch of sky above the dome. There were no drifting clouds, no pollution; the deep blue sky glittered with stars. At this moment, this once-prosperous planet was no different from the cold, silent outer space.
"I'm a snake. I was never some noble second-generation deity with an exalted bloodline. What brought me this far wasn't any so-called bloodline—it was my remarkable ability to lie low and my thick skin. Eating Failed Pills, picking up junk, sucking up, launching sneak attacks, carrying out assassinations—I used every trick in the book."
What she had today came from hard work and struggle.
"My mortal enemies won't spare