CHAPTER 109 — The Awakening of the Ancient Dragon Lineage
The sky still vibrated with the aftershock of the answering roar—
so ancient, so majestic, so utterly domineering that even the Immortal Spirit paused with widened eyes.
Dragon-Bai stood frozen at Lin Xuan's feet, trembling—not with fear, but with instinctual recognition. His golden pupils were dilated, his little wings spread stiffly, every scale on his body glowing with radiant gold.
Lin crouched beside him.
"Bai… what is it?"
Dragon-Bai didn't answer.
He couldn't.
The resonance of that roar still poured through his blood, shaking it awake.
His chest rose and fell rapidly.
His claws dug trenches into solid stone.
Golden flame leaked uncontrollably from his nostrils.
Then—
BOOM.
A burst of ancestral bloodline pressure erupted from him, knocking back dust and loose stones. Wen was forced to raise his sword to block the blast; Mu's frost shield cracked instantly. Even the Sect Master staggered back a step.
The Immortal Spirit whispered:
"A Primordial… Dragon…?"
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1. Dragon-Bai's Bloodline Resonates
The tiny dragon's body glowed—
Gold.
White.
Then a deep, luminous scarlet.
His form shook violently as ancient pulses struck him from within.
Lin grabbed him gently before he collapsed.
"Easy—steady—Bai!"
But Bai writhed in his hands, overwhelmed by the awakening force inside him.
And in his mind, an ancient voice whispered in a language that was neither mortal nor divine:
> "Descendant… awaken…"
"The lineage calls…"
Dragon-Bai released a second roar—
shorter, harsher, and aimed upward.
The abyssal clouds shuddered.
The Ancestor's looming presence paused again.
Even he could not ignore the signature of an ancient dragon rising.
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2. The Enemy Takes Notice
The abyssal claw halted mid-descent.
A deep snarl echoed from the crack.
> "A TRUE DRAGON…? RIDICULOUS.
THE LINEAGE IS EXTINCT."
But the voice quivered with something Lin never expected—
Doubt.
Fear.
The Immortal Spirit grinned sharply.
"You recognize that roar, abyssal vermin."
The Ancestor spat back:
> "THE TRUE DRAGON CLANS DIED IN THE AGE OF GODS.
NONE REMAIN."
Lin rose, still holding Bai as golden energy pulsed from the small dragon's body.
"Then what," Lin said coldly, "just answered his call?"
The Ancestor did not respond.
He pressed harder to force more of his body through—but the crack trembled violently, destabilizing further.
Dragon-Bai narrowed his eyes and snarled—
This time with intent.
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3. The World Trembles—Something Approaches
From the northern horizon, a gale of violent spiritual wind swept across the continent.
Not evil.
Not abyssal.
Not destructive.
But majestic.
A power that belonged to kings.
No—sovereigns.
The clouds parted.
A beam of multicolored light shot across the sky.
Wen gasped. "What… what is that?!"
Mu's eyes widened. "The heavens themselves are… moving aside?"
The Immortal Spirit hovered slightly above the ground, watching.
"This… is a phenomenon I have not witnessed since before my ascension."
Lin frowned.
"What kind of phenomenon?"
The Immortal Spirit turned slowly, gaze fixed far into the distance.
"The coming of a true dragon elder."
Lin's heart stopped.
Dragon-Bai stiffened in his arms, then straightened, standing tall despite his small size—as if instinctively presenting himself.
"Dragon elder?" Wen repeated, shocked. "As in… from the ancient clans?"
"No."
The Immortal Spirit shook his head.
"Those who survived the divine era are too few to be called clans. You are about to meet one of the last remnants of the Primordial Dragon Race itself."
The very air vibrated.
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4. The Sky Splits Again—But Not by Abyss
A line of golden-crimson light tore open the horizon.
A massive silhouette soared behind the barrier of distance—
so fast that sound couldn't keep up.
So vast the sky dimmed behind it.
So majestic that the clouds parted in deference.
It wasn't a beast.
It wasn't a spirit.
It was—
A dragon.
A true one.
A colossal serpentine form wrapped in radiant scales, each one shimmering with primordial light. A mane of blazing gold. Eyes like molten suns.
Even from miles away, its aura weighed on the world like a divine mountain repositioned in the sky.
Mu collapsed to her knees.
Wen's blades shook uncontrollably.
The Sect Master whispered, awestruck:
"An… Ancient Solar Dragon…"
The Immortal Spirit lowered his head.
"It has been eons since I've felt such purity of dragon lineage."
The Abyssal Ancestor shrieked.
> "IMPOSSIBLE!!
THAT DRAGON SHOULD BE DEAD!"
Lin stood unmoving.
But his pulse raced.
If such a being entered the battlefield…
Everything would change.
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5. Dragon-Bai's Transformation Begins
Dragon-Bai struggled to his feet.
His tiny chest swelled.
His wings sprouted new segments.
A new crest of golden feathers rose along his head.
His scales sharpened and deepened in color.
Lin felt Bai's qi swirl uncontrollably, threatening to rupture his meridians.
"Bai—hold still!"
But Bai pushed forward, standing bravely on the edge of the peak.
The answering roar came again—
deafening
thunderous
world-shaking.
Dragon-Bai answered with a shriek that nearly cracked the stone beneath them.
And then—
Lin saw something unbelievable.
A thin stream of primordial light descended from the heavens and entered Bai's body.
Not slowly.
Not gently.
Like a lightning bolt.
BOOOOM!!!
Dragon-Bai was flung backward into Lin's arms, unconscious but unharmed.
But his tiny body now pulsed with a faint divine glow.
The Immortal Spirit's voice trembled.
"He… he's being acknowledged."
Mu blinked. "Acknowledged? By who?"
The Immortal Spirit's eyes tracked the approaching colossus.
"By a Primordial Dragon Elder."
Lin stared at the beam of primordial light, then at the enormous shadow nearing them.
The truth sank in:
Dragon-Bai had just awakened an ancestral recognition.
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6. The Primordial Arrives
The horizon exploded in light.
The colossal dragon surged over the mountains, his roar eclipsing even the Ancestor's fury.
Every abyssal beast within thousands of miles collapsed.
The sky turned gold.
The earth trembled.
The heavens bowed.
And as the ancient dragon approached, his voice rolled across the realm like thunder:
> "WHICH OF MY DESCENDANTS CALLS FORTH THE BLOOD—"
The dragon's golden eyes locked directly onto Lin Xuan.
> "—AND WHO STANDS BESIDE HIM?"
Lin felt his entire body freeze.
The Immortal Spirit stepped forward respectfully.
"Ancient One," he said carefully, "the child is under my—"
The dragon ignored him completely.
His gaze lingered solely on Lin and Dragon-Bai.
"YOU."
Lin's heart pounded.
"Me?"
The colossal dragon lowered his head. The pressure was unbearable.
> "YES. YOU."
His voice thundered with ancient certainty—
> "YOU HAVE SOMETHING THAT BELONGS TO MY KIND."
Lin's eyes widened.
Dragon-Bai stirred weakly in his arms—
and the colossal dragon roared again,
shaking the world to its core.
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