Just as the human race's Luck and the phoenix's Luck merged, and the Heavenly Dao manifested extraordinary phenomena, this immense, mysterious fluctuation, like a resounding bell, pierced through the layers of seals and the barriers of the endless sea, and was reflected with unparalleled clarity in the Ancestor Dragon's remaining True Spirit perception.
He "saw" Yuanfeng's solemn and hopeful smile, "saw" that sacred and extraordinary natal feather containing the origin of Nirvana, "saw" Fuxi's solemn acceptance, "saw" the scene of excitement and jubilation among the people of the human race, filled with boundless hope for the future, and even more so, "saw" the magnificent spectacle of the two Luck and transforming into a pillar of light soaring into the sky, faintly resonating with the myriad paths of the Primordial Wilderness world!
"Why?! By what right?!"
An indescribable surge of grief, resentment, and overwhelming jealousy, accumulated over millions of years, erupted suddenly in the remaining consciousness of the Ancestor Dragon, like a volcano dormant for millennia!
That faint glimmer of True Spirit light pulsed and twisted violently, emanating extreme pain and resentment, stirring up invisible ripples in the depths of this desolate sea eye, yet unable to break through the indestructible seal of the Heavenly Dao.
"Yuanfeng! What makes her so favored by Heavenly Dao?!"
The Dragon-Han Calamity: Our Three Innate Clans fought for supremacy, committing boundless slaughter, burdened with karmic debts and heavy sins! Why has fate been so unfair to the Dragon Clan?!
My heart is roaring and screaming.
"The Qilin Clan, that old fellow Qilin King, though he died a heroic death, transforming into Qilin Cliff and using his own essence to mend the broken ley lines of the West and atone for the sins of heaven and earth, was ultimately almost completely annihilated, leaving only a trace to prolong his life. His clan scattered and could never be restored to its former glory! But what about Yuanfeng?!"
"First, I don't know what great fortune she had, but the East Prince, who was just the Head of Male Immortals, was able to integrate the scattered Immortal Court, obtain the Orthodox Mystic Gate, and take the initiative to step forward, using the Luck of the Immortal Court and his own responsibilities to replace her Yuanfeng in eternally suppressing the Volcano of Immortality!"
"Helping her escape from that endless torment of suppression ahead of time! This is already incredibly lucky!"
"Now... now she's hooked up with the human race again! This race that has the attention of all the saints, the favor of the Heavenly Dao, and is about to become the Protagonist of Heaven and Earth!"
She became the Totem Sacred Beast of humanity, completely bound to the glorious Luck of humankind, sharing in that visible and prosperous future! The imminent arrival of boundless Merit and Luck cleanse her karma and rebuild her Dao Foundation is just around the corner! This... this is simply outrageous!"
In contrast, the dragons are imprisoned here forever in this dark underwater hell, enduring the constant torment of the Order Divine Chains. Dragon Clan descendants are scattered across the Four Seas, plagued by internal strife and external bullying. They bear heavy karma, making cultivation difficult, and their bloodline is gradually thinning. The supreme glory of once ruling the Primordial Wilderness and being the head of the scaled creatures has long since faded and is now shrouded in dust. The future is a desolate darkness where one cannot see one's own hand in front of one's face.
Meanwhile, his former mortal enemies are breaking free of their shackles step by step, rising higher and higher, and are about to embark on a bright and smooth path, and may even surpass their peak before the Dragon-Han Calamity!
This drastic difference, this heaven-and-hell-like disparity, nearly drove Ancestor Dragon's tormented True Spirit to utter collapse and madness!
"No! This must not be done! Absolutely not!"
A tremendous fear, like a cold, deep-sea undercurrent, instantly overwhelmed all resentment and anger. The Ancestor Dragon knew the cruel rules of the Primordial Wilderness. Once the Yuanfeng fully recovered with the help of the human race's Luck, and even took this opportunity to rise to a higher level, while the Dragon Clan remained so destitute and fallen, then in the future, the Dragon Clan might not even be able to protect this last refuge— the Four Seas!
They might even be completely wiped out by their former rivals, their bloodline severed, becoming a blurry trace in the history of the Primordial Wilderness!
"We must... we must find Thread of Life for our Dragon Clan race! Even at the cost of everything!"
In this extreme despair, he once again thought of the mysterious and unpredictable Daojun Qing Huan, who had laid out his plans when humanity was still in its infancy, easily taking away 20% of the fundamental Luck, and whom even Sage seemed to be quite wary of and could not easily scheme against.
Last time, when Candle Dragon went to see him, although he did not receive any clear guidance, the other party did not seem to completely refuse him, leaving a vague room for negotiation.
"Now, we can only plead once again for the Sage's mercy!"
He is Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal, transcending the constraints of the Heavenly Dao, and may have a way to evade some of the karmic burdens of the Heavenly Dao!
"No matter the cost, even if it means sacrificing billions of years of the Dragon Clan's accumulated wealth, even if it means the complete annihilation of my True Spirit, as long as it preserves the Dragon Clan's flame and continues its legacy!"
Without further hesitation, the Ancestor Dragon gathered all the remaining essence of its dragon soul, burning its faint True Spirit light, and issued a summons filled with urgency, sorrow, and determination—a summons that only the most core direct bloodline of the Dragon Clan could clearly perceive.
A moment later, outside the eye of the sea, in the eternally dark depths of the ocean, the void slightly distorted, and a figure quietly emerged. It was Candle Dragon, the current pillar of the Dragon Clan and the younger brother of the Ancestor Dragon.
He still looked old and weary, his dragon horns dim, his eyes bloodshot and filled with lingering worry. The moment he appeared, he sensed the chaotic, sorrowful, and almost desperate aura emanating from the Ancestor Dragon within the sea eye, and his heart sank, for he understood everything.
"Big brother..."
The voice of the Candle Dragon, filled with endless bitterness and hoarseness, traveled through the cracks in the seal.
"Second brother, did you see that? Yuanfeng... the human race..." Ancestor Dragon's Spiritual Sense were intermittent, conveying an indescribable bitterness, jealousy, and urgency.
"I saw it."
Candle Dragon nodded heavily, as if every word weighed a ton.
"Humanity's Luck is like a raging fire, its momentum already established. The phoenix, riding this wave, soars high, and the karmic burdens will soon be eradicated. My Dragon Clan... has reached a critical juncture of life and death, with no way out."
"Go to Yingzhou Island again! Go and beg for an audience with the Sage Qing Huan again!" The Ancestor Dragon's Spiritual Sense carried a hint of pleading, even a hint of crying. "Last time the Sage didn't say it clearly, but this time his attitude might change! Tell him that the Dragon Clan is willing to give everything! All treasures, all inheritances, all loyalty!"
"I only ask that the Sage show me a clear path, even if it means being a slave or servant, guarding the Sage's gate for generations, it is better than my entire clan being wiped out in this dark seabed!"
Candle Dragon looked at his brother, who was bound tightly by countless cold divine chains and looked miserable. He saw that even his brother's last trace of True Spirit was fluctuating violently due to the impending doom of the clan, as if it would be extinguished at any moment. He felt an overwhelming sense of sorrow and helplessness.
In the past, the Dragon Clan roamed the Primordial Wilderness, commanding wind and rain, with all living beings submitting to them. When had they ever been so humble?
But circumstances dictate that for the sake of the continuation of the race, no matter how much humiliation or how heavy the price, it must be endured with gritted teeth.
"I understand, brother."
Candle Dragon took a deep breath of the icy air, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart.
"I will go to Yingzhou Island again. This time I will do everything in my power, even if I have to beg for ten thousand years, to obtain even a single word of guidance from the Sage!"
He glanced deeply at the dragon's body enduring endless pain in the darkness, then his figure transformed into an extremely dim dragon shadow, almost blending into the darkness of the deep sea. He silently left the despairing Guixu Sea Eye and once again headed towards the overseas immortal island, Yingzhou Island, the last hope in the hearts of the Dragon Clan, breaking through the water.
Yingzhou Island, Chaos Qi still lingered, Innate Grand Formation remained hidden, protecting the immortal island as solid as a rock, Invulnerable to All Laws.
This time, Candle Dragon's state of mind was vastly different from before. He completely concealed his aura, even using a secret technique to transform his physical form into something more simple and aged, daring not to reveal the slightest trace of the majesty and imposing presence he once possessed as the overlord of the Dragon Clan. Like a most devout pilgrim, he stood respectfully in the void outside the island, bowing deeply, his voice filled with earnestness and humility:
"The wicked subject of the Dragon Clan Candle Dragon, humbly begs for an audience with the Sage Qing Huan. I implore the Sage to have mercy on my clan and grant me an audience!"