He was breathing heavily, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead, his voice carrying a trace of weakness and instability.
"Ancestor, Golden Horn was reckless..."
"The Ancestor Dragon bloodline suddenly boiled, completely uncontrollable..."
He hunched over, gasping for breath, appearing as if his power was out of control and excessively exhausted, a manifestation of the difficulty in controlling the Ancestor Bloodline.
Heaven-Burning Ancestor's pupils flickered intensely as he stared intently at the Dragon Clan youth before him, who seemed exhausted yet was full of unknown potential.
The will of the Ancestor Bloodline was too real, too ancient, too domineering, perfectly explaining all anomalies.
He wanted to delve deeper, but his chaotic mind instinctively rejected the discomfort brought by the impact of that will.
The most critical thing is, he had no time left.
