The moment this image appeared, it immediately alarmed every dragon that had entered the ruins. Their eyes turned red, their faces flushed, and every one of them was driven mad by the sight.
"My heavens, that is the Crimson Blood Dragon God Grass, a rare sacred medicine of our Dragon World."
An immortal dragon could not help crying out, "It is said that this sacred medicine contains a wisp of pure Ancestral Dragon bloodline. Such a bloodline is nobler than that of the vast majority of dragons in the Dragon World.
"If one consumes it, whether one is a drake, a true dragon, a special dragon, or another living being, one can immediately obtain a trace of Ancestral Dragon bloodline. This is a peerless sacred medicine rarely seen in all eternity."
Many dragons trembled at the sight, their entire bodies shaking.
Truthfully, within the Dragon World, the thing that plagued all dragons was their own bloodline. The richer one's Ancestral Dragon bloodline, the greater one's talent and the faster one's breakthroughs.
But if one's bloodline was thin, one was nothing but trash, doomed never to reach the supreme realm in a lifetime. That was why drakes stood at the very bottom of the Dragon World.
But things were different now. If anyone could obtain this Crimson Blood Dragon God Grass, then no matter what bloodline of dragon they had before—even if they were merely drakes—they would have a chance to become sacred dragons after consuming it.
Obtaining this sacred medicine was more than simply shedding one's mortal frame and exchanging one's bones. Even ascending to the heavens in a single step was not enough to describe such a transformation and stroke of fortune. It was like a beggar by the roadside suddenly becoming the crown prince of a kingdom.
"Crimson