The sacred energy swirling around Lin Tian's body exploded in a shockwave, flaring out like a tempest of divine fire. The ancient altar cracked further beneath him, runes glowing with golden light as the ritual reached its climax.
Lin Tian's eyes snapped open, glowing like twin suns.
He remembered everything.
The betrayal. The years of humiliation. The death of his parents. The destruction of the Dragon Sovereign Clan.
His fists clenched, and a roar escaped his throat—half human, half dragon.
The elders gasped from the shadows of the ancestral hall. "The Sovereign Bloodline… it's awakened?!"
An oppressive aura radiated from Lin Tian, pressing down on the onlookers like a mountain. Even the family head staggered backward, eyes wide with fear.
"I… I was a fool," Lin Tian murmured, his voice low and cold. "But no more."
With a flick of his hand, the remnants of the altar scattered like dust. The power surging through him was no longer that of a mere cultivator. It was ancient. Primal. A force buried deep in the bones of heaven and earth.
He took a step forward. The world would remember his name.