A flood dragon's head stretched across the sky, its dragon eyes as enormous as stars. Its icy, savage aura was enough to suffocate anyone.
The scene was practically mythic. Everyone present stared with eyes wide open, horrified beyond measure. They wanted to look, yet could not withstand that terrifying spiritual impact.
Only a handful of prodigies possessed deep foundations and solidified spirits. Looking closely, they could make out that the female corpse in a purple dress beside the flood dragon's horn was actually lying inside a transparent crystal coffin. Sparkling specks covered the coffin, each one flickering like a star, while starlight continuously flowed into every part of the female corpse's body.
This scene was far too terrifying.
Within the Sacred Heaven Pool, thousands upon thousands of flood dragons bowed in submission, welcoming their king. Merely one flood dragon head was as large as a star; one could not imagine how terrifying its full body must be. Yet atop its head rested a female corpse, as though it had merely been her mount and pet when she was alive.
"The Star Crystal Coffin... Even after death, she still used the Flood Dragon King as a mount, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth. Could this female corpse be..." A prodigy spoke in a trembling voice, then suddenly could no longer endure the dreadful spiritual pressure. He dropped to his knees headfirst, his face ghostly pale.
At this moment, the identity of the purple-dressed female corpse was all but revealed.
"Unworthy descendant Duanmu Wan pays respects to Saint Ancestor and Lord Flood Dragon King." Duanmu Wan knelt, her eyes brimming with boundless reverence and longing.
Saint Ancestor Duanmu was the founder of the Duanmu Family. Without the Saint Ancestor, there would be no Duanmu Family today; perhaps even the Sacred Heaven