Tianji finally felt the oppression from race and rank.
Despair so suffocating.
Under the deep pressure like the sea, he felt his heart was being clenched, seemingly ready to explode at any moment, and even his firm, rock-solid spirit showed signs of wavering. In a trance, he felt like a giant from the Ancient Times, capable of destroying heaven and earth with a mere gesture, roaring up at the sky, transforming into a dragon.
He felt a longing within.
The drop of golden Ancient God's Blood was so tempting, its rich metallic scent intoxicating.
It seemed that accepting the Ancient God's Blood and becoming a Divine Servant wasn't impossible.
At least he could cast off the identity of a human and join the Divine Race.
After all, the young man before him was a true Supreme!
