Yang Chen saw this and thought to himself that the Golden Emperor had not deceived him.
These dragon souls had indeed been cowed by his pressure. They slowly began submitting to him, trying to attach themselves to him.
However, Yang Chen had no intention of accepting them.
These dragon souls were too weak, only at the Enlightenment Stage. If he subdued dragons souls like these, would this journey not have been a terrible waste?
Still, if he could not subdue them, there were other methods he could use.
That was refinement.
The Golden Emperor had said earlier that these dragon souls could be refined into Dragon Soul Qi.
Although this Dragon Soul Qi was generally useful only to the dragon race, Yang Chen still wanted to see what was so special about it. It would naturally be best if it was useful to him; if not, he could simply let it go.
As he pondered this, Yang Chen raised his palm and pressed it against the dragon soul.
The next moment, the dragon soul gradually began to disintegrate.
Then, it transformed into a stream of qi, which Yang Chen absorbed.
Seeing the sense of fulfillment the dragon soul displayed after being refined by him, Yang Chen felt a surge of desolation.
These dragon souls had been trapped here for so many years, unable to find release. Now that he had refined them, perhaps this counted as a way of setting them free.
The people of Dragon Valley styled themselves as heaven's favored sons and had never considered the thoughts of others, not even their own people.
That these dragon souls of the dragon race had ended up stranded here was karma coming full circle—a fitting retribution. After all, he did not think these dragon souls had been any stronger in