Ye Lin opened his mouth and unconsciously uttered a string of ancient, obscure syllables.
That was not the language of the Human Race, but the true words of the Dragon Clan—the sound of his own Great Dao, comprehended from the dragon markings.
With every syllable he spoke, the Void trembled.
The dragon markings around him began to flicker violently, as though answering his chant, and as though resonating with his enlightenment.
The entire Void shone.
The phantom shadows of ten thousand dragons let out a long, resonant dragon roar in unison.
That roar pierced through space, pierced through time, pierced out of this forgotten Void, and echoed throughout the Dragon Lair.
At that moment, every lingering dragon soul shadow within the Dragon Lair raised its head. Every fossilized dragon bone trembled, while the surging roar of the Liuli Light River abruptly became impassioned.
They had sensed it.
An outsider had comprehended the Dragon Clan's Great Dao within this sacred land of the Dragon Clan.
This gift had been left behind by the Dragon Clan's forebears for those of later generations.
Whether one was of the Dragon Clan or not, one could comprehend it.
Ye Lin's chanting grew ever more impassioned. The blood and qi within him boiled, and his quasi-Saint Dao Fruit trembled.
Every pore across his body erupted with dark golden light.
Countless fragments of dragon markings completed their final fusion within his sea of consciousness.
A complete divine ability slowly emerged from the depths of his awareness.
The dragon markings themselves told him its name.
Ten Thousand Dragons Incinerate Heaven Art.
This was not some simple spell, but the supreme application of an entire set of laws of destruction.
It contained the fire of dragon breath, the sharpness of dragon claws, the suppression of dragon might, the shattering