Qian Renxue looked at him and suddenly smiled.
The smile was faint, yet it carried an indescribable gentleness.
"Grandfather, you don't need to make this difficult for yourself."
She spoke softly.
"No matter who you choose in the end, I won't blame you."
"Because I know that making this decision is harder for you than anyone."
Qian Daoliu looked at her, his eyes reddening slightly.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he merely sighed again.
Moonlight streamed through the glazed windows in the dome, enveloping the two figures in a soft glow.
The Angel God statue stood silently at the end of the hall, its six wings spread wide as it looked down upon everything.
Those golden eyes seemed to be watching them as well.
Watching this grandfather and granddaughter.
Watching the inheritor who had waited for ten thousand years.
Dragon Realm.
Eternal dim yellow shrouded this deathly silent cemetery of the Dragon Clan.
The air was thick as liquid. Dragon clouds drifted slowly, and occasionally, translucent dragon souls emerged from enormous skeletons, letting out silent roars before dissipating weakly moments later.
For tens of thousands of years, there had been only death here.
Until this moment.
At the deepest part of the Dragon Realm, beneath the enormous dragon skeleton that wound like a mountain range, a watery-blue dragon egg lay quietly between the gaps in the bones.
The scale patterns on its shell were now flowing frantically, while a seven-colored halo flashed violently like the beating of a heart.
The surrounding dragon clouds seemed to have received some summons. Centered on the dragon egg, they slowly began to rotate, forming a massive vortex.
Countless wandering dragon souls floated out from dragon bones in every direction. No longer drifting about in a daze,