"Alas."
Ao Tian withdrew the arm around Chen Qiu's shoulders, letting it rest naturally across his legs. Looking up at the sun overhead, he sighed helplessly. "Little brother, you don't understand. Neither does anyone on the Mystic Heaven Continent."
"Tens of thousands of years ago, the Dragon Race went through a great war."
"That battle was unimaginably brutal. The Dragon Race was nearly wiped out."
"Only the female dragons who remained on the island and did not join the battle survived. Only a few male dragons returned, all severely wounded, and they gradually died one after another. Still, they managed to leave behind descendants before they died. Over the following tens of thousands of years, the Dragon Race was almost always passed down through a single line. The Dragon Race's fertility was simply too low. Pregnancy was an extraordinarily difficult matter for dragons."
"And it remained that way until my generation!"
"I have already done my utmost and only produced three children. Yet two of them are little female dragons, and only one is male. I only have a little over a thousand years left to live. Once I die, Black Dragon will be the only male dragon remaining."
"If anything happens to him, or if no male dragon is born in the next hundred years, then the Dragon Race will slowly die out on its own."
"Ten thousand years ago."
"There were ninety-eight female dragons on Dragon Island. To preserve the Dragon Race's inheritance, they willingly sealed themselves away to extend their lifespans. But even so, over tens of thousands of years, these female dragons have reached the end of their lives. They only have a hundred years left."
"A hundred years from now—"
Ao Tian raised his head dazedly, gazing at the clouds rolling and unfurling at the