Willow God stepped forward to examine the only Dragon Egg that still held life.
The True Dragon Mark did not stop her.
"His innate foundation is all but destroyed..." Willow God murmured, anger in her voice.
To die on the battlefield meant they had been outmatched. They had done their best.
They could train day and night, then fight with their lives on the line for vengeance one day.
But to strike at the unborn children of Immortal Dao figures? That was vicious beyond measure.
Cases like Kunpeng's Son and the True Dragon's son were far from isolated.
Such tragedies had occurred everywhere during the war at the end of the Immortal Ancient Era.
The children of kings and True Immortals alike had been persecuted and attacked.
Some had died outright. Others, barely clinging to life, could only be sealed within the chaos, with astonishing measures left behind in the hope that they might emerge in the future.
Kunpeng's Son was one example.
Yet even if they emerged, their foundations and potential would be badly damaged. They would no longer possess the splendor of Immortal Dao descendants.
Kunpeng's Son was an example of that, too.
Many Immortal Dao figures of the Immortal Ancient Era had already lost their entire bloodlines.
"At least he's a little better off than my master's child was back then," the Heavenly Desolate Halberd said.
In truth, the Dragon Egg had not been in better condition than the Kunpeng Egg at first.
The True Dragon had poured out his last reserves to save one Dragon Egg.
He had rekindled its vitality.
The True Dragon's offspring had undoubtedly suffered more underhanded attacks than Kunpeng's.
After all, a race whose members could advance to Immortal King upon adulthood would threaten the Foreign Realm once more if it was