The Dragon Cultivator laughed heartily. "Good! Of all the challengers, you suit my tastes best."
"Today, you and I shall fight to our hearts' content."
"If I lose, I have no objection to giving you this Dragon Pearl."
"But remember, even as a remnant soul, I was once a mighty Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator. If you wish to give up, I can still spare your life."
As he spoke.
The scene before Lin Ke's eyes changed rapidly.
At the summit of a rectangular stone mountain that towered into the clouds.
Lin Ke stood in midair.
Clouds and mist obscured everything below the stone mountain's summit.
A Dragon Clan cultivator with Dragon Horns atop his head, narrow eyes, and the appearance of a little boy appeared before Lin Ke.
More than a dozen centipede-like walking legs sprouted from his back, resembling four pairs of wings stripped of their feathers.
Seeing Lin Ke's gaze fall on those walking legs, the little boy said, "It seems the Dragon Clan has been in decline for a long time. Juniors like you rarely see members of the Dragon Clan anymore, do you?"
"In truth, there were originally no dragons in this world. They only took shape after various spirit insects of heaven and earth broke through to the Spirit Transformation Realm."
"Cultivators of every race must manifest ancient bloodlines if they wish to ascend."
"And becoming dragons is the path available to the various spirit insects."
Hearing this, Lin Ke bowed deeply, his understanding becoming somewhat clearer.
No wonder the Dragon Clan had vanished long ago without any descendants appearing since. It was because no spirit insects had broken through to the Spirit Transformation Realm again.
This also explained why there were so many spirit insects and insect nests within the Cloud Dragon Secret Realm.