This world seemed to have been set ablaze.
A vast and boundless aura surged here as an ancient might descended from the heavens.
The Dragon Emperor's expression changed drastically. He stared at the object in Wang Xiu's hand, his voice trembling, "How… how could you have this?"
...
It was a very long and complicated story.
About ten thousand years ago, a Dragon, a Phoenix, a Kylin, and other powerhouses from the Ancient Clans—like the Bi An, the Qiong Qi, and the Rift Sky Si—erupted into a battle to the death.
The Dragon had obtained the Origin of Zhulong and had spent several hundred years attempting to refine it. His strength had long since surpassed the others. He was not at a disadvantage even when facing many opponents alone, but victory was still difficult to achieve. Seeing the Dragon's strength grow by leaps and bounds, the other powerhouses were even more unwilling to let him leave alive.
Thus, the final outcome was—
All the clan powerhouses perished!
