Returning Home

That wisp of fluctuation was incredibly faint—so faint that even if a cultivator swept this place with divine sense, they would only take it for a ripple spreading through spiritual liquid.

But Xiao Qing sensed it.

Because that fluctuation contained an aura he knew all too well.

The aura of the Ancestral Dragon.

That day, by the River of Time, in the final moment before the Ancestral Dragon's lingering remnant dissipated, it had imprinted all its karma and entrustment into the Ancestral Dragon Core.

And now, that trace of fluctuation arising from the Divine Stone resonated across time and space with the aura within the Ancestral Dragon Core.

She was sealed by nine "Primordial Divine Locks," a protective mechanism set by the Ancestral Dragon that could only be undone once specific conditions were met.

Xiao Qing could sense that the life aura within the cocoon of light had already become extremely strong. Her birth was not far away.

But she had also sensed the threats outside.

The Emperor Dragon Ancient Sovereign's faction had been probing repeatedly, attempting to forcibly extract her divinity.

This instinctively made her reject the environment here, affecting the gestation process instead.

Xiao Qing took a step forward and landed at the center of the altar, standing before the Divine Stone.

He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers gently resting against the Divine Stone's surface.

The stone was warm and smooth as jade.

An exceedingly faint pulse passed through his touch, like the weak yet steady heartbeat of an infant curled inside its mother's womb.

As Xiao Qing's palm pressed against it, the faint glow over the Divine Stone's surface grew somewhat brighter.

Pale Chaos-colored halos spread out from within the stone, layer upon layer like ripples on a lake.

Xiao Qing could clearly sense