"And when it completely reaches the level of its ancestors, it will open more eyes."
"The more eyes it has, the purer the bloodline, the higher the talent, and the more terrifying the strength."
"The Twelve Golden Eyes recorded in ancient texts are the highest level ever observed for a Dragon Leviathan Fish."
"In this state, its bloodline has already approached that of the Winged Dragon clan."
Ethan's voice was calm, almost indifferent, as if he were merely stating an ordinary fact.
Yet those words landed like thunder in everyone's hearts.
"The Winged Dragon clan…?"
Elara's pupils shrank. She inhaled sharply.
That was a race spoken of only in legends—true dragonkin, ancient overlords of the skies, beings that once suppressed entire eras. Even a trace of their bloodline was enough to elevate a demon beast into a terrifying existence.
