Su Ye watched this scene and fell into endless silence. He did not know whether not acting at this moment was right or wrong.
Nor did he understand why he felt so desolate. Perhaps he was indignant, or perhaps he simply could not bear to watch these things happen.
"Honestly." Su Ye murmured hoarsely. The Soul-Nurturing Grass had never stopped.
After receiving those Indestructible heroic spirits and War Souls, the Luck Golden Dragon's aura had risen to a level equal to these ancestors.
But it was only temporary. Those heroic spirits had sacrificed themselves, allowing the Luck Golden Dragon to obtain such immense power.
"Luck is not bad, but in the end, it is something external. Once the foundation is shaken, so-called strength is nothing more than a joke. What a laughable era." One ancestor looked indifferently at the Luck Golden Dragon.
Although the Luck Golden Dragon was currently on the same level as them, the gap was still far too great. This power had a time limit.
The power gained through sacrifice was powerful, but it did not originate from oneself and would gradually wear away with time.
Their power, however, was eternal and unchanging.
The Luck Golden Dragon roared!!!
Golden patterns spread across The Empire.
One of the ancestors looked at those patterns, a trace of killing intent in his eyes.
"Sure enough, this race should never have existed. It should be completely erased. One era, one epoch, one Samsara—every era, every epoch, every Samsara is the same. A group of beings that refuse to give up." This ancestor murmured.
As he watched the golden patterns, a resplendent formation diagram appeared above The Empire, protecting its territory.
Primordial Eight Trigrams!!!
The trace left behind by Heavenly Sovereign Fuxi!
But it was only a trace. It could not summon