Dragon Island's Ancestral Dragon

The Southern Wilderness of the Longevity World was a vast ocean. As the brilliant rays of dawn rose in the east, their resplendent glow spread across the heavens and earth.

Suddenly, figures appeared beneath the rising sun. They looked different and had different temperaments, but all carried an air of superiority, standing above the world and beyond their age—even beyond the past and present. A vast, majestic aura surged from each of them, stirring the winds and clouds and shaking the heavens and earth.

As they stood there, nothing in the world could obscure their radiance. They were simply the greatest beings between heaven and earth: Half Ancestors!

With no Ancestral Gods present, Half Ancestors reigned supreme!

They were the most powerful cultivators in the Longevity World. Some were the ancestors of clans, others the supreme leaders of sects. They ruled over the rise and fall of the world, stood above the upheavals of past and present, and watched the cycles of prosperity and decline—while they themselves remained eternal and undying.

But today, every Half Ancestor gathered here wore a solemn expression—or, rather... a grave one.

"Dragon Island, the sealed ancestral homeland of the Dragon Race, has finally opened again today. Let us go and uncover its secrets." A Half Ancestor suddenly spoke.

"Indeed. What kind of power could have suppressed such a powerful race at the height of its prosperity? It's worth investigating. Perhaps it could help us advance further." Another Half Ancestor spoke, glancing at an old man beside him. The other Half Ancestors also turned their eyes toward the old man.

Meeting their gazes, the old man gave a wry smile. "Fellow Daoists, though I am a member of the Dragon Race, I came to the Longevity Continent when I was young and have never visited Dragon