Chen Ming nodded, indicating that he understood. Put simply, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's bloodline was immensely powerful, but it also carried negative effects that were extremely difficult to conceal. Without relying on this heaven-chosen land, once they left it, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan could no longer reliably pass on its lineage.
At present, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had several hundred Spirit Masters whose Martial Soul was the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.
Yet after Spirit Hall wiped them out in the soul hunting operation, the descendants of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had failed to recover those numbers even after tens of thousands of years of recuperation.
A Martial Soul lineage capable of sustaining an entire sect had ultimately dwindled into that of a small Spirit Master family.
"When our ancestor fell, he infused part of his will into his remains. Cultivating at the dragon's skull allows you to face the pressure of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's aura head-on."
"The lightning pool above can also temper the entire body. Through this dual stimulation of mind and flesh, a Spirit Master's rate of growth can break through its limits."
"It is said... it is said that, in theory, this stimulation can trigger a Martial Soul's second awakening. But in reality, not only has no one in our clan achieved a second awakening, even the concept itself was merely something one of our ancestors heard from a friend. We do not even know whether it is true."
"Our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan originally kept seeds of the Thunderclap Hell-Prison Vine. But more than twenty years ago, when I crossed the threshold to become a Titled Douluo, I used up the last of them. Now, we have no seeds left."
"And once a Thunderclap Hell-Prison