"Ancestor Dragon Saint Venerable, and An Jing..."
Duan Chenguang murmured to himself, his Bright Mirror head reflecting that sacred and majestic figure. For a moment, he couldn't distinguish whether An Jing gained the Ancestor Dragon's inheritance or if the Ancestor Dragon Saint Venerable was reappearing through An Jing's body.
At this moment, the most directly confronted with this overwhelming pressure were Little Candle Dragon Feng Poye and that mysterious shadow, feeling it most vividly.
"So strong... even stronger than Candle Dragon Emperor..." Feng Poye whispered softly, her golden dragon eyes filled with shock and awe.
As a descendant of Candle Dragon, she could clearly perceive the essence of that power—a power transcending pure 'latent infinity,' reaching a 'perfect' realm, something she had never seen before, a true 'Dao One.'
This was a realm not even her ancestors had reached, still falling short.
