Returning to the giant cauldron, Xiao Ze continued the unassuming process of refining.
After all these days of refinement, most of the layer of crystal covering Zi Yan had melted away.
Elder Zhu Li and the others could clearly feel an irresistible pressure quietly descending. It came from the soul, from the bloodline.
Beneath this pressure, whether one was a Peak Dou Zun or a Half-Saint, resistance was futile.
"A fully matured royal bloodline!"
Zhu Li's gaze fell upon the giant cauldron, his eyes filled with shock and reverence.
Behind him, the East Dragon Island powerhouses could all feel the suppression emanating from the bloodline—the pressure of a superior being.
At that moment, inside the giant cauldron, Zi Yan's tightly closed eyes suddenly flew open, and an immense pressure spread out like a surging tide.
The Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan powerhouses, led by Elder Zhu Li, all prostrated themselves, ready to welcome the birth of their new king.
The layer of crystal covering Zi Yan was absorbed in its entirety by Zi Yan herself, without any further refining from Xiao Ze.
Amid a series of sharp cracking sounds, everyone turned their eyes toward the giant cauldron.
There, a graceful figure slowly emerged, flickering in and out of view.
As the figure appeared, their sensations grew even more intense. The blood in their veins seemed as though it would burst into flames.
"The true royal bloodline has fully awakened!"
"Heaven favors our Ancient Void Dragon Clan!"
Zhu Li stared into the giant cauldron, his heart pounding and his hands trembling. For a moment, he hardly knew what to do with himself.
Under the gaze of countless people, Xiao Ze slowly extinguished the flames in his hand. As they vanished, everyone saw a slender, graceful silhouette slowly appear before them.
The woman