Su Yu, wearing his silver mask, looked ahead in shock.
He had thought that with his abilities, he would surely be the first to clear the trials and reach the deepest part of the ruins. He had never expected Qin Wuyou to beat him to it.
Worse still, arriving a step too late meant he had missed seeing Qin Wuyou in action, costing him the chance to determine Qin Wuyou's origins.
However, the voice of his Emperor-to-be master came from the silver mask on his face. "Magic power like dragons... there seems to be a trace of the True Dragon Art's aura! Could this brat actually have ties to the True Dragon Clan?"
The True Void Art was hailed as a heaven-defying existence among the many treasured arts.
It had originally been an innate art of the Primordial True Dragon Clan, impossible for any other living beings to master.
Even within the Primordial True Dragon Clan, only the purest-blooded Primordial True Dragons could cultivate the True Dragon Art.
Later, however, mighty figures arose among the Human Race who transformed their bodies by fusing with true dragon blood essence, then successfully cultivated the True Dragon Art.
From that point onward, the True Dragon Art had existed among the Human Race as well.
But that clan had long since vanished into the river of time. Even the elderly Emperor-to-be within the silver mask had never lived through that era.
Still, the powerful aura of the True Dragon Art was unmistakable.
Although Qin Wuyou did not cultivate the complete True Dragon Art, the Qin Family's Nine-Turn Divine Dragon Art was an emperor-level martial art derived from it.
Naturally, the magic power true dragons he had cultivated contained a trace of the True Dragon Art's aura and power.
That was why the Emperor-to-be within