Without experiencing destruction, how can one attain rebirth?
Qing Jiuyu didn't know what Tang Feiji had gone through, but she could sense the colossal transformation inside and out.
How could the myriad beasts not understand the hardships of evolution?
To evolve from six tails to nine tails was already as rare as phoenix feathers, let alone evolution beyond catastrophe?
This foolish dragon must have endured unimaginable agony.
Truth be told, even Tang Feiji wasn't certain he could survive it.
This was a game of high stakes—one where survival is but one chance out of ten.
After parting ways with Junlin, Tang Feiji made his journey from the depths of the ocean to the southern seas where the Sea God Palace resided.
Here, every moment of every day was filled with bone-splitting agony.
And it wasn't until twelve days ago that he finally took a step forward from the brink of death.
The Ancestor Dragon's evolution journey had begun.
