The voice of the Dragon God exploded like thunder in Lu Wenwu's ears.
The sudden increase in tone and pitch made him feel a buzzing sensation all over, a bit dizzy.
Don't ascend to divinity?
Don't transform into an Ancient Dragon?
Why?
Lu Wenwu was completely baffled.
In this era where all divine spirits have "disappeared," if the Dragon Race could give rise to an Ancient Dragon again, wouldn't they sweep the world and return to their position as world dominators?
Lu Wenwu called out to the Dragon God again in his heart.
But His voice never sounded again, and even the vague will was slowly dissipating.
A seven-colored halo lit up, overshadowing the divine statue of the Dragon God.
The feeling of solemn oppression gradually faded away, restoring the place to an ordinary appearance.
Seeing Isidro with a face full of devotion and admiration, Lu Wenwu swallowed the experience he just had back into his stomach.
What they experienced just now was absolutely different!
