True Dragon Clan Prophecy: When the Ancestral Dragon Awakens, the Dragon Clan Rises

Xuanye raised his eyes again, his tone calming down, but his eyes held a sharp, almost admiring quality.

"... It really is flawless."

"That's right. That's how it should be."

If Qin Wangchuan is just a lone wolf fighting alone, then that would be too disappointing.

Just then, the tent flap was lifted, and several men escorted two figures in.

"My lord, we've captured two True Dragon Clan prisoners!"

Xuanye looked up.

The young man in the lead had delicate, innocent features, nascent dragon horns, and an aura as pure as a fledgling bird just leaving its nest.

The Green Robe following behind him had his eyes lowered, and his aura was so concealed that it was almost transparent.

With just one glance, Xuanye sensed something unusual about the two men.

The former possessed a richer, more mellow aura, far surpassing that of ordinary True Dragon.

The latter has a mixed aura; it is of mixed race.

He curled the corners of his mouth into a smile, but didn't show much interest.

He merely raised his eyelids slightly, his tone even carrying a hint of indifference:

"Why did you bring it here? I need intelligence."

The men's expressions hardened, and they immediately understood, dragging the two away.

Long Yin only knew the general outline, but Long Yu revealed a great deal of information.

Regarding the Sacred Relic, the existence of the Ancestral Dragon Egg, and the purpose of the True Dragon Clan.

He wanted to use the Alien Race to disrupt the True Dragon Clan so he could infiltrate and seize the dragon eggs.

Half an hour later, someone returned with intelligence, leaning down and whispering.

After listening, Xuanye remained silent for a long time.

He had been thinking about a question:

The entrance is not open, so why is Qin Wangchuan in this realm?

If it were for the Dragon Qi, with his strength, there would be no need for him to enter beforehand.

That doesn't make sense.

Only now did those two words reach my ears.

"Sacred Relic..."

Xuanye repeated in a low voice, his gaze fixed on the direction of the True Dragon Clan Encampment in the night.

The mystery that had lingered in his eyes was finally cleaved open by a bolt of lightning, revealing the truth beneath.

"I see."

"Qin Wangchuan, you came here for this."

My purpose in coming here is solely for the dragon's blood; I had no intention of getting entangled with the True Dragon Clan any further.

But things are different now.

Although he didn't know what use the Sacred Relic was to Qin Wangchuan, he didn't need to know.

Since Qin Wangchuan came for this reason, then he too shall come for it.

"Pass down the order."

Without turning his head, Xuanye ordered, "Summon all those scattered outside back to prepare for a major attack on the True Dragon Clan Encampment."

"Yes."

"And..." He paused.

"Keep a close eye on that girl named Long Yu."

"He's hiding his true strength; we can take advantage of that."

Although we don't know where Qin Wangchuan is right now, getting that dragon egg is definitely the right thing to do.

They can deduce everything from the slightest Spider Silk, act decisively, and plan meticulously.

For ordinary people, Xuanye would definitely be a formidable enemy.

But his plans were slow from the start.

It's not that we're slow in action, but rather that we're slow at the starting point.

In the distance, the outline of the True Dragon Clan Encampment stood silently under the moonlight.

Xuanye stood in the shadows, believing he could get the item before Qin Wangchuan.

In the shadows, Long Yu lay in wait, believing herself to be the dagger lurking behind the cicada.

Both sides consider themselves the ultimate winner.

-- Little did they know.

From the very first day he stepped into this realm, Qin Wangchuan already possessed the dragon egg and the key.

Because the dragon egg returned early, the seal was broken much faster than expected.

On this day, the pink Dragon Gate to the outside world had just opened.

Countless cultivators flocked in, fighting tooth and nail for the Dragon Qi, the fortuitous opportunity, and the illusory legends.

Deep within the forbidden area of the Ancient Dragon Hall, the unsealing of the dragon egg was completed precisely at this moment.

Qin Wangchuan told Long Yue his thoughts.

He was going to enter the Ancestral Dragon Egg with Dragon Scale to temper their bloodlines.

"No."

Long Yue's voice was almost flat, yet it was like a piece of jade falling to the ground—cold and unyielding, leaving no room for negotiation.

"The Ancestral Dragon Egg is Sacred Relic; it can only hold one person at a time."

Qin Wangchuan offered no explanation.

He simply lowered his head and softly called out:

"Dragon Scale."

The little guy looked up at him.

Then--

Long Yue's pupils suddenly contracted.

Dragon Scale's body emitted a faint golden light, and she slowly converged towards Qin Wangchuan like melting light mist.

Where the light and mist flowed, the dragon's shadow appeared, and Dragon Scale grew.

First came the shoulder armor, then the breastplate, and finally the arms, wrists, and waist—each Dragon Scale made a very soft "click" as it settled, fitting perfectly as if it were meant to be there.

In the blink of an eye, a majestic and slender Dragon Armor had materialized on Qin Wangchuan's body.

The dragon's horns extend from its forehead, its spine runs along its back, and its tail hangs down like a cloak.

Beneath the armor, one could almost hear a heartbeat.

I can't tell if it's his or hers.

"... This is?"

"Taboo Divine Weapon"

With a thought, Qin Wangchuan saw a dragon shadow appear behind him, pulsating in sync with his heartbeat.

"We are inherently connected in Divine Soul, one being."

He looked at Long Yue: "Now, is it okay?"

Long Yue's gaze swept over the pair of majestic and graceful illusory dragon horns on Qin Wangchuan's head, then landed on his imposing silhouette clad in Dragon Armor, and her lips pursed slightly.

Once upon a time, she vaguely saw this appearance:

With an innate pride and majestic dragon horns, ten thousand dragons prostrate themselves at its feet.

At this moment, the scene subtly overlaps with reality.

There was no joy in my heart, only disgust.

She looked away, no longer looking at him.

"I'll go and consult the Clan Elder."

Long Yue turned around, and just as she took a step, Qin Wangchuan's voice came from behind her.

Light and airy, like the night breeze brushing past my ear:

"They will agree."

Long Yue paused, but did not turn around.

A moment later, she returned.

"... The Clan Elder agreed."

"But please remember, if any accidents occur during the process of entering the Sacred Relic, we will prioritize the Ancestral Dragon."

After saying that, Long Yue said no more.

His tone was much colder than when he left, carrying a clear sense of estrangement.

This person has kept the truth about the Taboo Divine Weapon until now.

Only when there was no way out for her and the Clan Elder had no way to refute her did she slowly and deliberately unfold the document.

This is not a matter for discussion.

It was not coercion, but rather a threat.

Qin Wangchuan knew exactly what she was thinking.

But from his perspective, this is the best solution.

His Immortal Body was extremely special, and he also possessed a drop of refined Ancestral Dragon Blood within him.

If she goes in first, and the dragon egg explodes because it can't withstand the pressure, Dragon Scale will lose the opportunity to temper her bloodline.

But if the Dragon Scale goes in first, the dragon egg will also explode.

Therefore, entering together is the optimal solution.

--

After entering the Dragon Pool for purification, Qin Wangchuan, holding Dragon Scale's hand, and led by Long Yue, stepped onto the long staircase leading to the forbidden area.

The area on both sides was deserted.

But he could feel countless eyes on him from the shadows—scrutinizing, wary, and speculative.

This is a path of ritual.

Being watched is itself part of the ritual.

Finally, at the end of the long corridor, an ancient stone door opened silently.

In the center of the secret chamber, a huge Ancestral Dragon Egg stood silently.

The eggshell surface is covered with fine golden lines, like the veins formed by ancient blood, rising and falling slowly with a distant rhythm—the heartbeat before the birth of life, the breath at the beginning of heaven and earth.

Qin Wangchuan did not approach immediately.

His gaze swept around and landed on the wall of the secret room.

It is decorated with murals.

The brushstrokes are simple and unadorned, yet the lines convey an indescribable solemnity.

One after another, like a long scroll unfolding—there are giant dragons coiled in the clouds, dragons bowing in worship, flames and Lightning Light intertwining as they fall, and broken dragon horns sinking into the abyss...

What are these?

"Ancient prophecy."

As Long Yue spoke, she stopped in front of Dragon Scale.

She lifted the beautiful hem of her skirt with both hands, gently tucking it behind her knees, and then slowly bent down to kneel.

Her ample bust pressed heavily against her neckline with each movement, while her waistline cinched her waist, creating a breathtaking curve.

She was completely unaware of her alluring appearance at that moment.

She simply lowered her head and straightened Dragon Scale's clothes.

The movements were very light and slow, as if performing some kind of ritual etched into one's very bones.

Qin Wangchuan turned his head to the side. "What prophecy?"

She didn't look up; the prophecy on the mural had been swirling between her lips a thousand times, leaving only the most crucial words:

"When the Ancestral Dragon awakens, the Dragon Clan prospers."

"Ten thousand dragons raise their heads, and the heavens can be conquered."