Shen Hanyu stood silently where he was. He truly had no desire to disturb such an extraordinary sight.
Even he could not help but look askance at the pure faith emanating from these Ice Dragons. There was nothing purer than this within a race. What had they endured countless years of humiliation and hardship for? Shen Hanyu thought the Ice Dragon King had already found the answer.
Amid the unceasing Dragon Roars, the Dragon Core trembled faintly. A phantom figure slowly emerged from within. Unlike the other Ice Dragons, its hollow eyes held no emotion, only endless blankness and confusion. Yet it still slowly lowered its head.
Tian Meng said somewhat complicatedly,
"Hanyu, this soul seems to have lost its consciousness. Only its most primitive instincts remain. What a pity..."
Shen Hanyu's feelings were equally complicated. He was calm, yet strange. At times, he could be ruthlessly cold-hearted, but scenes like this could still move him—just as they did now.
The Ice Dragon King's phantom did not speak. After quietly sweeping its gaze over every Ice Dragon present, it slowly dissipated.
Then, streams of icy-blue mist slowly drifted from Shen Hanyu's right arm, eventually entering the bodies of every Ice Dragon present.
Waves of breakthroughs spread through the area. Ten-year cultivation evolved into hundred-year cultivation, hundred-year cultivation broke through to thousand-year cultivation, and even those at the ten-thousand-year level gained varying amounts of cultivation. At the same time, their dormant bloodlines were awakened and regained their vitality.
Shen Hanyu did not stop it. He knew he could not stop the Ice Dragon King, nor did he have the heart to. The Ice Dragon King had helped him greatly; he would not contend with its descendants for these last remnants of its original divine power.
Besides, it would have virtually no