Within the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest, there were no tides rising and falling; within Dragon Emperor Hall, there was no concept of time passing.
Everything here seemed frozen in eternal silence.
In the blink of an eye, many days had passed.
The Primordial Ancient Dragon, seated cross-legged like a statue, was the first to open his eyes.
What kind of eyes were those? His golden pupils were deep as an abyss, dragon shadows seeming to churn within them, radiating a terrifying gleam.
With that single motion of opening his eyes, the aura of the entire Dragon Emperor Hall was stirred. The dragon clan's restrictions, dormant for who knew how many ages, seemed to sense the awakening of some dreadful creature and let out a low hum.
Compared to before, his entire bearing had undergone an earthshaking transformation.
A faint, indistinct golden sheen now suffused the surface of his body, which had already been so powerful it was suffocating to behold.
It was no ordinary light, but a kind of protective power that emerged only after the ancient dragon clan's bloodline had fully awakened.
Every inch of his flesh seemed forged from the purest dragon essence, and the dragon might radiating from his every gesture had grown vastly stronger.
He did not even need to deliberately stir it; the air around him distorted on its own, as though unable to bear this ancient and tyrannical power.
At that moment, he seemed like a true ancient Dragon God descended in Spirit Transformation, possessed of boundless majesty.
It was a nobility born from the depths of his bloodline, an aura belonging only to the apex predators of heaven and earth. Even those great powers who had once dominated an age in ancient times would likely have to keep their distance when facing the