This was a Dragonkind Song, and the true essence of the entire Dragon-Transformation Ceremony.
Every attendee, whether of Dragonkind, the aquatic folk, or the many paths of heaven and earth, felt a profound shock upon hearing the Dragonkind Song.
For Dragonkind, it stirred a surging tide of emotion from the depths of their hearts, until they could no longer resist joining the chorus.
Those voices seemed to come not merely from themselves and the dragons beside them, nor merely from the dragons of this age, but from countless Dragonkind bloodlines roaring together across all the ages.
Even Ya Ci was deeply moved. This was Dragonkind, the bloodline that ruled the Four Seas and reigned over myriad aquatic folk!
Yi Shuyuan, standing with Ya Ci high above the clouds, was equally awestruck.
At that moment, Yi Shuyuan, who had likewise never attended a Dragon-Transformation Ceremony, finally understood why Dragonkind valued it so deeply.
Had Dragonkind merely staged a grand spectacle or made an exaggerated display of their glory, it would have meant little to Yi Shuyuan. He might even have dismissed it as another sort of vanity project.
But now he understood, and his understanding differed from that of the fellow cultivators around him, reaching far deeper than theirs.
For Yi Shuyuan himself possessed a White Dragon form, and could feel its significance all the more keenly.
Verse after verse spread to every corner of heaven and earth!
That primeval aura brimmed with courage handed down through the ages, awakening the dormant dragon hearts of countless members of Dragonkind!
Thus, for Dragonkind, the Dragon-Transformation Ceremony was not mere ritualistic formality, much less a simple proclamation of glory. It was an ancient rite that truly benefited their countless kin.
And this ancient rite had yet to reach its climax, for as the