Above the mountain range, willow leaves swayed, making a crisp rustling sound, like a babbling stream.
"The old one begs the Willow God to grant this humble one the Technique of Bloodline Ascension."
The Old Beast King stated his true intentions.
His tribe inherited from the Ancient Years, their ancestors were a terrifying Species of the Ancient Times, they wielded the power of slaughter, ignited the Divine Fire with supreme slaughter, achieving the Position of God, and once had a period of glory.
But by the time it was passed down to his generation, the decline was unavoidable.
He wished to surpass his ancestors and lead the White Tiger Clan to create an unprecedented precedent.
Originally, this was just a delusion deeply hidden in his heart.
The bloodline was destined, the ancestors of his clan were merely at the Species level, he wanted to surpass them, which was nothing more than a dream of a madman, an impossible thing.
