The golden Dragon Soul lit up the dim Dragon Tomb like a golden sun.
Di Tian looked at the Dragon Soul and could not help saying, "Father, you're not dead..."
"Isn't this a Dragon Soul?" Yin Hongye's voice was calm. "How can you call that being alive? If you have anything to say, say it quickly. Especially if you want to curse him! Hurry up and curse him!"
Hearing this, Di Tian fell silent for a very, very long time.
It felt as though a blaze burned in his chest. He wanted to rush forward, yet he did not know what identity he should take.
As a son, as a member of the Dragon Clan, or as someone who had been abandoned.
"When you left back then, did you ever think of me? Did you ever think that I was your son?!"
"You and Mother died for love, and the Dragon Clan honors you as martyrs. But what about me? You did not even leave me a single explanation."
Di Tian's voice was hoarse and filled with rage.
"Which part of what the Dragon God did in the end was worth your protection? He personally destroyed the Dragon Clan's future."
"The Dragon Clan needed you to live. You clearly could have lived and continued protecting the Dragon Clan. You were God Kings, so why did you have to die?!"
He shouted himself hoarse, his voice seeming to burst from his throat.
Resentment, fury, and sorrow all tangled together at that moment.
Di Tian suddenly clenched his fists, golden light trembling wildly in his eyes. "Aren't you the Light Dragon King? Aren't you the fairest and most selfless one? Did you ever think about how the Dragon Clan would end up like this?!"
At that moment, he seemed to have exhausted