"Master, is this true?"
"Was the decline of the dragon race all caused by ourselves?"
"Master, do you still have a surviving remnant soul? Please wake up!"
Whispers gradually arose. Though they were only muttered inwardly, they voiced the doubts of the vast majority of the dragon race's remnant souls. So they themselves had been the true culprits.
Gu Yue glanced at Di Tian, who had collapsed beside her. His body trembled slightly, his knees pressed to the ground, and his forehead seemed fixed against the earth. Even he, who had long forgotten what tears were, slowly began to weep, barely holding himself back from erupting.
Di Tian could vaguely sense that Bai Xu was telling the truth.
The Dragon God was the faith of the dragon race. Such words undoubtedly dragged the Dragon God down from his pedestal, turning him into an imperfect true dragon.
"Outrageous!"
"You human brat, evil by nature!"
Most of the dragon race's remnant souls refused to believe it and questioned Bai Xu, but none attacked. They were all waiting for the Silver Dragon King's command.
Gu Yue remained silent, her expression unpleasant. To be honest, she also felt as if her faith were collapsing. She knew Bai Xu's words better than anyone and knew he was not lying, yet at this moment, she would rather believe it was all a lie.
"Bai Xu." Gu Yue spoke softly, deeply conflicted over whether to let him continue.
"Gu Yue, let it end here. Believe it or not, the choice is yours." Bai Xu spoke in a deep voice, folding his arms as he watched.
Gu Yue clenched her fists and turned toward the enormous dragon soul. The Dragon God's dragon soul had already become illusory as streams of seven-colored energy surged into Gu Yue and Na'er's