The Ancestral Dragon had long since died—the first true dragon of the Immortal Realm.
It had fallen countless years ago.
Even the dragons of the ancient era had never seen the Ancestral Dragon.
Yet Ao Ling had named it in a single breath, truly giving them quite a fright.
Just how powerful the Ancestral Dragon had been was already lost to time. But if it could create the ancient dragon race, then crushing them would certainly have been no problem.
Ao Ling pointed below with her dragon claw. "Look here. Look at those containers as a whole."
Following her instructions, the group examined them and said in astonishment, "The ancient dragon race arranged the creatures they created into the Ancestral Dragon?"
The containers below, joined together, formed a dragon—a true dragon!
The creation dragon they had seen was the dragon's head.
"Yes. They are arranging the Ancestral Dragon."
Ao Ling's gaze was grave. "The reason I recognized it as the Ancestral Dragon was the lingering power of the Ancestral Dragon."
"The lingering power of the Ancestral Dragon?" Li Qinghe was slightly startled. "Dragon King, forgive my bluntness, but there are almost no records left from the era when the Ancestral Dragon existed.
The Ancestral Dragon fell countless ages ago. Its remaining power should have dissipated long ago."
"Then do you think Heaven still exists?" Ao Ling turned to look at him.
"Heaven?" Li Qinghe froze, momentarily speechless.
"How did this get dragged back to Heaven? And what is Heaven?" Jiang Changkong asked.
"Before the ancient era, the Immortal Realm had a Heavenly Dao. The Heavenly Dao ruled all things.
Anyone who reached the Saint realm could borrow the power of the Heavenly Dao. Unless the Heavenly Dao perished, Saints would not die."
Li Qinghe explained.
Jiang Changkong: "..."
Saints of