Since the dragon's luck hasn't decreased, whose luck was the operating array absorbing?!
The six half-celestial elders who were thrown out of the hexagram array by some unknown force and were about to move from their state of being stacked on top of one another felt their hearts skip a beat when they realized this.
They had thought that this dragon cub would be like those with great luck who had been sacrificed in the past.
The dragon cub would either immerse himself in the emotions of "dying for the race" and willingly throw away his life or struggle unwillingly and bitterly to be sucked dry by the celestial on the other side of the array.
No matter what, there was only one result: No matter how talented the dragon cub was now or would be in the future, he would die!
Such a result had continued for hundreds of years without exception.
Yet... Yet now, the equation that was equivalent to a conclusion was broken?!
