After hearing Li Qingshan's account, Ao Kun's aged face streamed with tears, and grief overwhelmed him.
"Grandfather..."
He murmured, his voice hoarse and sorrowful, "I never imagined that, after searching for him for millions of years, I would find he had died after all..."
"He was once the Heavenly Emperor's mount, the glory of our Dragon Clan..."
"He led the Ancient Void Dragons to greatness and witnessed the glory of the Heavenly Court. But then he disappeared. I thought he had been sealed away, that perhaps he might return to life one day. I never imagined he had truly fallen..."
He was consumed by grief, tears rolling endlessly from his aged eyes.
Ao Xuan's eyes reddened as well. Although he had never met the Ancient Void Dragon Immortal King, the king was one of the Dragon Clan's forefathers, their glory and pride. Learning of his death filled Ao Xuan with sorrow.
Feng Wu stood nearby, her expression complicated. Though she was not a member of the Dragon Clan, the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan were branches of the same tree, sharing glory and disgrace.
Seeing Ao Kun and Ao Xuan so grief-stricken, she felt a pang of sorrow too.
Li Qingshan was also deeply moved. Returning the Dragon Clan forefather's relic left a jumble of conflicting emotions in his heart.
Ever since his days in the mortal realm, he had shared profound karmic ties and bonds with the Dragon Clan.
From first encountering the Jade Dragon King's imprint in the mortal realm, to obtaining the Ancient Void Dragon Immortal King's legacy, to returning the dragon pearl to the Dragon Clan now...
His ties with the Dragon Clan truly ran deep.
Just then, something stirred in Li Qingshan's heart. He recalled encountering the Jade Dragon King's imprint in the mortal