After a while longer, Xisu finally slowly withdrew her claw.
She watched the Golden Dragon King's golden vertical pupils gradually regain clarity. Only after confirming that his condition had stabilized somewhat did she let out a soft breath.
She still had much to do.
Countless Dragon Clan corpses and remnant souls slumbered within the Dragon Realm. That had been the sole purpose behind the creation of this space.
And after countless years of silence, those dragon souls and dragon bones had finally reached the moment when they could be awakened once more.
If she had merely inherited the Dragon God's power, Xisu would not have been able to accomplish this.
Reviving lives that had already vanished was a realm that even the most powerful gods dared not touch lightly.
But Xisu was not merely the Dragon God. She also possessed her own unique Power of Hope.
The power of hope could turn all impossibilities into reality, gather together existences that had already dispersed, and reconnect bonds that had been broken.
Xisu stood before that enormous dragon skeleton. Seven-colored light slowly flowed around her, illuminating this eternally dim yellow space for an instant.
Here, she would use the Power of Hope to bring the Dragon Clan of the past back once more.
Dusk slowly settled among the mountains, staining the waters of the lowland marshes with fragmented dark-gold light.
Cinderella sat on a smooth, rounded stone by the stream, its surface polished by the current. Her bare feet soaked in the cool water, while the evening breeze lightly lifted her long golden hair.
She had just completed a Divine Examination.
The process had gone far more smoothly than she had expected—so smoothly that as she sat by the stream sorting through her thoughts, it all felt somewhat unreal.
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