"This is really the Leizhe dragon god!"
Xin Huo looked through Zhong Yue's eyes and mumbled, "Spirit of the Leizhe Clan… Brat Yue, can you feel the marvelous resonance in your blood? That is the resonance of the ancestral blood!"
Zhong Yue nodded; he had felt it right away. When the spirit of the Ancestral Dragon emerged, it felt like his blood had come to life, filled with joy and excitement. However, the Fuxi bloodline in his body was still too thin, the resonance was still weak and faint.
"Humans, we are indeed the Fuxis, the descendants of the Leizhe innate dragon gods…." he mumbled, "But why…why would such a saintly and powerful bloodline wane to such an extent…."
The Ancestral Dragon was the spirit of an innate dragon god of the Leizhe Clan. As he was worshipped by the Eastern Sea dragon race, he let out a deep and trembling dragon roar that covered the cacophonous symphony of the other musical instruments and chants.
