The Goal Was the Ancestral Dragon? No, the Primordial Ancient Dragon
Long Yue smoothed out the last corner of Dragon Scale's robe and slowly stood up.
The taut, gorgeous dress slipped down from her knees, once again enveloping her voluptuous, curvaceous body.
She looked up at Qin Wangchuan's retreating figure.
I don't approve of you.
The voice was flat, lacking much emotion.
Although this meaning was implied earlier, this is the first time it has been stated so explicitly.
Qin Wangchuan cast a curious glance at him.
"Never again."
Long Yue didn't look at him, her eyes were lowered, and her voice was flat:
"Only the Ancestral Dragon can lead us."
"We will only obey the will of the Ancestral Dragon."
Qin Wangchuan nodded, his gaze returning to the prophetic paintings covering the walls.
"I know."
Of course he knows.
In the simulation of Long Yin, Long Yue was only a supporting character, but she still left a deep impression on Qin Wangchuan.
This Fate Warden, faithful to his mission, never wavered.
Her entire life was dedicated to serving the Ancestral Dragon; she would never look elsewhere, nor would she stay for anyone else.
That's enough.
The ceremony for entering the Sacred Relic begins.
Several Dragon Girl dressed in sacrificial robes entered in single file, each carrying incense.
Incense wafted from the small bronze censer, spreading a thin mist around the dragon egg and making the already mysterious space even more solemn and majestic.
Long Yue silently left the secret room.
When she returned, she had changed into the magnificent attire that belonged to the True Dragon Clan and was used exclusively for the highest-level sacrificial ceremonies.
Qin Wangchuan looked up.
It was a long, flowing red gauze dress, as thin as a cicada's wing, its fabric light and sheer, shimmering with a pearly glow in the candlelight.
The dress is openwork in all directions, from the waist to the thighs, revealing glimpses of smooth skin through the sheer fabric.
What is most striking is her dragon horns—those crystal-clear dragon horns, as smooth as ice glass, are tied with a wisp of crimson gauze, which hangs down and completely obscures her face.
Through the haze, only a vague outline could be seen beneath the red veil, and a section of fair and slender neck.
It is not a deliberate seduction, but a dedication that fully presents the servant before God.
Long Yue didn't pay attention to Qin Wangchuan's gaze, and didn't even look at him.
She calmly walked to the front of the dragon egg, knelt down with several other Dragon Girl dressed similarly, and parted her lips slightly.
Ancient inscriptions flowed from their lips, carrying a rhythm that seemed otherworldly.
The entire secret room seemed to sink into an even deeper silence.
Only the dragon egg seemed to gradually synchronize its pulsating frequency with the chanting.
Once everything is ready.
Long Yue stood up, her red veil fluttering slightly. She stood beside the ancestral dragon egg and gestured for Dragon Scale to Ancestral Dragon Egg.
It's finally possible.
Qin Wangchuan led Dragon Scale forward.
When he was only three steps away from the dragon egg, he lowered his eyes to look at the girl and whispered:
"Dragon Scale."
This is both her name and the decree that launched the attack.
In an instant, Dragon Scale's figure transformed into a stream of light and returned to Qin Wangchuan's body— Dragon Pattern lit up, Dragon Scale appeared, and Dragon Armor took shape.
Arriving at the dragon egg, he raised his hand tentatively.
He had expected to encounter some obstacles.
--No.
The palm slid in without any resistance, as if probing into a warm lake.
Immediately afterwards, a terrifying suction force surged from inside the egg, violently sucking him in!
The world before my eyes instantly turned upside down.
Long Yue watched as the last ripple on the surface of the dragon egg subsided, then calmly withdrew her gaze.
She turned around, silently filled the last empty space in the circle, knelt down, lowered her eyes, and continued chanting the ancient inscription.
Her face was covered by a red veil, obscuring her expression.
Inside the dragon egg.
Qin Wangchuan felt a sudden redness before his eyes, as if he had fallen into the viscous blood of some ancient Giant Beast.
Breathing was difficult, and movement was sluggish.
At the same time, for some unknown reason, Dragon Scale could no longer maintain her Weapon Spirit form and forcibly disintegrated with him, reforming into human form amidst the bloody light.
The black robe that Qin Wangchuan wore, which was transformed from the True Qilin Armor, seemed to sense some kind of pull and slowly peeled off his body.
Thousands of fine scales drifted out, adhering one by one to the inner wall of the dragon egg, covering the entire inner wall and sealing it in a pitch-black silence.
In just a few breaths.
The inside of the dragon egg was sealed so tightly that not even light could get in.
Through the hazy eggshell, Long Yue could only barely make out two black silhouettes embracing each other, suspended in mid-air.
"... Will the glory of the Ancestral Dragon be repeated?"
She silently recited the mantra, then cleared her mind of all distractions and continued chanting.
--
Inside the dragon egg.
Qin Wangchuan's feelings could be summed up in two words: bloating and pain.
The surrounding crimson essence was frantically converging into his and Dragon Scale's bodies.
It was as if two tiny dikes were being forcibly filled with the entire ocean.
Dragon Scale had already fainted.
She frowned, her small body curled up in the mucus, unconsciously moving closer to Qin Wangchuan.
Qin Wangchuan felt his entire body expanding—his blood vessels, meridians, bones, and even his Divine Soul were being forcibly stretched, torn apart, and reshaped by some violent and ancient force.
The pain and swelling were intertwined, and my eyelids felt heavier and heavier.
Finally, he closed his eyes.
--
I don't know how much time passed.
Qin Wangchuan suddenly opened his eyes.
The first thing that catches the eye is Dragon Scale's unconsciously enlarging figure.
She remained unconscious, her brows and eyes relaxed, her childishness gone.
The body of a woman in her early twenties, a fully grown woman, stretched out before him.
Her curves undulated, her hair flowed like a waterfall, and her face had lost its youthful roundness, revealing cool and sharp lines.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something flash slightly.
Qin Wangchuan lowered his head.
On his arm, he noticed that delicate, illusory Dragon Scale had appeared out of nowhere, shimmering with a strange light.
Could it be?
He immediately looked inward at himself.
Really.
The drop of refined Ancestral Dragon Blood obtained from the simulation rewards was like a dormant seed.
At this moment, nourished by the Dragon Egg Essence, the seed began to undergo a tremendous transformation.
The Supreme Dao Heart pounded violently, and with each pump, what emerged was no longer ordinary Golden Blood after the transformation of Immortal Bone—
Instead, it was the scalding Ancestral Dragon Blood, imbued with the ancient might of Dragon Might.
Not only that.
Deep within the Dao heart, a drop of special Essence Blood slowly took shape.
Its aura is so pure it's almost sharp, and its color is a pure, flowing gold.
With the blessing of this drop of blood, the aura emanating from Qin Wangchuan even surpassed the pure Ancestral Dragon Might emanating from Dragon Scale.
Older, and more powerful.
Qin Wangchuan speculated. "... The Ancestral Dragon Blood, which has already been tempered, is being nourished by the surrounding essence and is reverting to a higher ancestral level?"
The Ancestral Dragon, as described by the True Dragon Clan, is the King of Destiny, appearing only once every tens of thousands of years.
But he learned the answer after consulting ancient books.
Above the Ancestral Dragon, there exists something known as the origin of all dragons.
Primordial Ancient Dragon.
The thought had barely crossed my mind when my consciousness was dragged back into darkness.