In the ancient days of the Douluo Continent, several races of soul beasts had briefly flourished, dominating the world before vanishing like flowers that bloomed for a single night.
Dragons!
Titans!
Behemoths!
The purebred, pure-blooded descendants of these three races were born powerful, possessing a hundred years of cultivation from birth. Even without bothering to cultivate, simply eating, drinking, and relieving themselves until adulthood would automatically bring them to ten thousand years of cultivation.
Who knew how many races had turned green with envy at such terrifying gifts and aptitude?
As the saying went, when God opened a window for you, he would also nail a door firmly shut.
Perhaps their starting point was simply too high. For dragons, titans, and behemoths, producing purebred, pure-blooded descendants proved so difficult that their numbers dwindled until they gradually disappeared into the long river of history.
The Dragon Clan had at least made an effort to preserve its bloodline.
Their approach was simple and brutal. If breeding pure-blooded descendants within their own race was difficult, why not mate with other races?
And so, for a time, the myriad races of soul beasts on the Douluo Continent trembled beneath the shadow of the Dragon Clan.
To produce offspring, the Dragon Clan was indiscriminate. From titans and behemoths down to ants and bees, they mated with anything!
This had left the Douluo Continent with a whole host of bizarre soul beasts, each carrying a trace of dragon clan bloodline. If one traced their origins far enough, they might even lead back to some ancient patriarch of the Dragon Clan.
The dragon bees blocking everyone's path were among them.
"Judging by the red markings on these dragon bees and their immunity to magma attacks, they should possess a trace of red dragon bloodline."
"The red dragons