A sorrowful dragon roar pierced the sky, as blood rained down and the old dragon's body began to crack.
"Senior…"
Communicate with Heaven, Chi You, Zhunti, Buddha, Jieyin, Laozi, and others all cried out. At the same moment, they all attacked the Dead City, trying to save the old dragon.
A weak, aged voice drifted, "I haven't seen another ancestral dragon for so long, my strength has largely drained away. I really shouldn't have clung to life all these years. I should have freed myself earlier and allowed a new, stronger generation of ancestral dragons to come into this world…."
"Roar…"
A mournful dragon roar shook the sky, filled with despair and melancholy. The old dragon shattered a towering city wall akin to a mountain range, while his body was collapsing, and flesh and blood scattered everywhere.
"With my blood, I paint a path for my descendants…"
