"Why had I declined to this state?"
"Speaking of it, the root of it all lay with Yu Long Supreme, who had returned to Ruin a hundred years ago."
Within the True Dragon Secret Realm, the True Dragon spoke slowly, his voice steeped in endless vicissitudes:
"Yu Long Supreme had been by my side for tens of millions of years. I watched him with my own eyes grow from an innocent young boy, step by step, into a Human Supreme who shook the heavens."
"Ten thousand years ago, he touched the threshold of the Origin Realm. He wanted to take that final step, break free of the shackles of Supremes, and enter the true Origin Dao."
"But how arduous was the path to the Origin Realm? In the passage of tens of millions of years across the myriad worlds, few had ever truly set foot in that domain. At present, the entire Human Race had only a single Emperor."
"For ten thousand years, he pleaded with me. He said that only my True Dragon blood could help him mend the flaws in his Dao, withstand the backlash of the Heavenly Dao. He begged me to give him half of my source blood so he could fight for that slender chance at transcendence."
"In the end, I thought of the bond we'd shared for tens of millions of years, and of how he was the pillar of the Yu Long Sect. At last, I relented and gave him every last drop of half my source blood."
"But he failed in the end. The backlash from his failed attempt at the Origin Dao crushed his soul, Dao Foundation, and even his Supreme standing to pieces. His soul scattered, and he returned to Ruin for good."
"And I, having lost half my source