Xuanyuan was exasperated by how spineless he was.
The Dragon Clan before him was much like the Human Race had once been.
Both were food for the Witch and Monster Races.
Both were targets of those two races' wanton slaughter.
But for countless years, the Human Race had struggled to survive and develop in the cracks of the Primordial World.
It had been a struggle at every step.
Many times, they had teetered on the brink of extinction.
Yet the Human Race's fighting spirit had continued to burn fiercely.
Until now.
The Human Race had seized the opportunity granted by the Heavenly Machine Tower.
In an instant, they had risen like a spark setting the prairie ablaze.
They had become one of the three great races of the Primordial Chaos World.
But the once incomparably powerful Dragon Clan of ancient times—
now had reduced themselves to mudfish.
They let the Monster Race slaughter and eat them.
Think about it.
How tragic.
A Dragon Clan like this—
compared with the Human Race—
was utterly incomparable.
They had lost even the last shred of their pride.
Dragon King Ao Guang's face darkened further.
Xuanyuan was right.
Compared with the Human Race,
the Dragon Clan's circumstances had been far better.
At the very least, the Dragon Clan had the Four Seas as a place to live.
The Human Race, on the other hand, had not even had a place to call home.
They could only eke out a wretched existence in the cracks of the Primordial World, like rats crossing the street.
Now the Human Race had risen to such heights,
while the Dragon Clan had only continued to decline.
Dragon King Ao Guang trembled all over.
He felt that he was a sinner against the Dragon Clan.
He felt that he had