Ao Zhong staggered toward the mass of blood-red light and said with difficulty, "Ancestor, could you spare Ao Hong and let me take his place?"
"You know of my existence?" a voice came from within the bloody vortex.
"I do. The deeds of your heroic spirit have been passed down through the generations, and this junior would never dare forget them. Our father was just betrayed by our own kin and killed in a sneak attack... Please spare my younger brother and let me take his place," Ao Zhong said.
"You do value family ties. Unfortunately, though your cultivation is slightly higher than his, you did not inherit my purest bloodline. Your younger brother is better suited for my soul transfer and rebirth. But rest assured, whoever your enemies may be, I will sweep them aside. It is time for our Dragon Race to return to its peak." Boundless ambition ignited in the aged voice.
Ao Zhong still wanted to argue, but a stern rebuke rang out. "Say no more. I must concentrate on absorbing this boy's Divine Soul power to replenish myself. If you do not want me and your brother to perish together, keep your mouth shut."
"I..." Bitterness filled Ao Zhong's heart, and he could only fall silent.
Very few people in the Dragon Palace knew that the Blood-Seeking Nine-Chi Pearl contained the sealed dragon soul of their ancestor. The East Sea branch had always guarded this secret closely; even the Dragon Kings of the other three seas knew nothing of it.
Ao Zhong had once asked his father, Ao Guang, why they did not use this wisp of dragon soul to help their ancestor possess a body and be reborn.
Ao Guang's answer at the time had been vague. He only said that their ancestor had