Dragon Emperor Zhukun

The purple cocoon trembled violently in midair. The thousand-zhang purple-gold dragon phantom that had stretched across the sky moments ago suddenly showed signs of collapse. Its golden dragon eyes dimmed, and Zi Yan let out a pained cry, unable to bear the strain.

Great Elder Su Qian's face went pale. Although the little ancestor gave him endless headaches on ordinary days, he had watched Zi Yan grow from a tiny little girl into who she was today. It would have been a lie to say he felt nothing for her. Now that something had gone wrong with her bloodline evolution, the three of them were more anxious than anyone.

"Friend Xiao Yao! What exactly is happening?!" Su Qian's voice had gone shrill.

"Zi Yan, she—"

Xiao Yao's divine sense poured into the cocoon like spilled mercury. After a moment, he withdrew his gaze and frowned slightly. "Her Dragon Emperor bloodline has only just awakened, and its foundation is still shallow. Although I can smooth it out, the quality of my blood is still too high. It's slowly beginning to overwhelm her own bloodline."

Su Qian's heart lurched. "Then what should we do? We can't just stand here and watch—"

"What are you panicking for?" Xiao Yao waved a hand.

He formed a seal with both hands, golden light flowing around his fingertips. Several high-grade medicinal ingredients that could stabilize bloodlines instantly transformed into medicinal liquid and merged into the cocoon.

The cocoon's trembling gradually subsided, though the dragon-shaped phantom on the verge of collapse remained faint and insubstantial.

"There is always a price for becoming stronger all at once." Xiao Yao withdrew his hand, his tone calm. "But relying on external guidance from me alone is not a long-term solution. Her bloodline itself needs to grow stronger."

Su Qian hurriedly