A cold voice resonated beside Qing Yan, not particularly loud, yet at that very instant, it sent his soul trembling violently—because within that voice lay an unyielding pressure, one that emanated from his very soul and his bloodline. "Fully matured royal bloodline..." At the moment his body went rigid, a pale flush spread across his face. The palm descending upon Xiao Yan's forehead halted abruptly, without the slightest hesitation. With a subtle point of his foot against the void, his body surged backward with sudden force. "Shriek!" As Qing Yan retreated, a streak of purple-gold light erupted from within the great cauldron, bursting forth through the void, and in a single blink, struck him with the speed of lightning. "Boom!" The purple-gold light exploded across Qing Yan's body. A powerful gust of wind swept through, making his throat burn and forcing him to spew out a thick stream of blood as he stumbled backward, landing ungracefully. As Qing Yan was sent flying, the Xia Sha who had been fighting Black Qing, along with the other powerful figures surrounding the volcanic crater, also experienced a sudden change in expression. They quickly raised their heads, their gaze fixed upon the massive cauldron shrouded in flames. There, a graceful figure emerged, faintly visible. As the figure became clearly visible, they all felt a subtle surge of warmth ripple through their bloodlines—so intense that they nearly found themselves compelled to kneel in the sky. "The true royal bloodline... has fully awakened," Black Qing murmured, eyes fixed upon the cauldron. Under the collective gaze of all present, the flames within the cauldron gradually dimmed and finally extinguished, revealing a tall, elegant figure before everyone's eyes. The woman who appeared wore a robe of deep purple and golden hue, upon which dragons and phoenixes danced, seemingly alive, exuding an undeniable aura of nobility. Her figure was graceful and well-proportioned, with long, flowing purple hair cascading like a waterfall down her back, spreading over her slender waist and draping down to her full, rounded hips. Her face was exceptionally beautiful; her originally purple eyes had now transformed into a rich purple-gold, mysterious and enchanting, such that under their gaze, the very heavens and earth seemed to bow in reverence. "The wings of the Celestial Phoenix... the body of the Ancient Dragon..." Gazing at the deep purple and golden wings behind Zǐ Yán, Black Qíng's face grew even more animated. After a moment, he suddenly knelt down on the sky with profound reverence, his voice filled with genuine sincerity. "Welcome, Lord Dragon Emperor!" "Welcome, Lord Dragon Emperor!" Following Black Qíng, the other strong warriors from Donglong Island also instantly fell to their knees, their faces glowing with fervor, and together they echoed the greeting in unison. In the sky, Xia Sha and Qing Yan, representatives from other dragon islands, exchanged a subtle expression of surprise. Though not natives of Donglong Island, they had long adhered to the authority of the Three Dragon Emperors. Thus, although they now felt the weight of pressure radiating from their very souls and bloodlines, they had not yet reacted as dramatically as Black Qíng and his companions. "Xia Sha, Qing Yan! What courage you have—seeing the Dragon Emperor, you refuse to kneel!" Black Qíng turned sharply, shouting at them with growing anger. "Hmm…" At Black Qing's sharp command, Qing Yan and Xia Sha managed only a weak, forced smile. Under the watchful gaze of those deep indigo and golden eyes from afar, as though their very bloodlines had been completely suppressed, the weight of pressure they felt surpassed even the physical presence of the three Dragon Kings. "Having met the Dragon Emperor, we remain under the Dragon King's banner. Should we have the opportunity, we shall return to pay our respects to the Dragon Emperor at a later time." They exchanged a glance and, despite their reluctance, spoke the words with determination. As soon as they finished, they didn't dare linger any longer and swiftly retreated. "You useless ones!" Black Qing was furious to see them turn and flee. As he prepared to pursue, Purple Yan, who had stepped out of the great cauldron, merely waved a hand. With a gentle flap of her back purple-gold wings, she materialized like a ghost before Xiao Yan, her eyes—deep and regal in their purple-gold hue—finally showing a subtle ripple of emotion as she gazed upon his bloodshot eyes and nearly rigid hands. "Rest now… you've done well." The jade hand gently touched the top of Xiao Yan's head, and a rich purple-gold glow surged forth from Zi Yan's body, swiftly flowing through her fingers and rapidly entering Xiao Yan's. In mere moments, Xiao Yan's entire body was enveloped in that vibrant purple-gold light, and his eyes, long weary and bloodshot, finally closed slowly. "Lord Dragon, thanks to Xiao Yan's tireless efforts these past days, we've finally dissolved the Dragon-Phoenix crystal layers within your body," Black Qing stepped forward, bowing respectfully. "I know," Zi Yan nodded lightly. Having transformed into her current form, she now seemed markedly different from her former self—her demeanor carried a quiet, icy elegance, radiating a regal presence that seemed to match the very heavens and earth. Under this aura, even Black Qing could no longer regard her as the mischievous little girl of old, but instead fully acknowledged her as the new Dragon Emperor of the Tai Xu Ancient Dragon Clan. "Take good care of him, let him rest. The matter of Long Island—I'll handle it," said Zǐ Yán, handing over Xiao Yan, whose body was glowing with a vibrant purple-gold radiance, to Hei Qing. "Yes!" At once, Hei Qing respectfully took Xiao Yan's arm and swiftly guided him backward. As Hei Qing and the others stepped back, Zǐ Yán's pair of purple-gold eyes turned toward the ancient Dragon Island, now engulfed in flames. With a gentle flutter of her wings, her slender form materialized in the sky above, overlooking all the battle zones from a lofty vantage point. A rich, flowing aura of purple-gold light surged continuously from within her, spreading like ripples, then cascading down like dew to every corner of the ancient island. Under the spreading aura of amethyst-gold light, all battle circles on Gu Long Island instantly ceased. Everyone was filled with shock, feeling as though their very bloodlines were subtly slowing down. "This...," Maoyan stared in astonishment at the sky. Under the amethyst-gold glow, the dragon claws and dragon arms on his body began to rapidly regress. Within moments, he had once again transformed into a common old man, his vitality noticeably weakened. "It has truly succeeded...," Elder Zhu Li gazed in awe at the graceful figure in the sky. After a moment, a surge of indescribable excitement overwhelmed him, and he slowly knelt on his knees, weeping profusely. "At last, a Dragon Emperor has emerged from the ancient Tuixu Dragon Clan..." Thud. Thud. The sky, the ground, and the peaks—all figures now bowed with reverence and devotion, kneeling in solemn homage. Even some stronger warriors from the other three islands, after a moment's hesitation, could no longer withstand the pressure emanating from their very blood and souls, and thus bent their knees, collapsing to the ground in a thunderous obeisance. "The current situation has utterly failed. With the Dragon Emperor stationed on the Eastern Dragon Island, the elite forces of the other three islands have lost all combat strength..." Looking at and exchanging a serious gaze with Xiahuo, whose expression matched his tone, ordinary members of the ancient dragon clan would never dare to challenge the Dragon Emperor, and even among figures of their caliber, such a bold act had never been attempted before. "The commanders of the three islands must lead their troops away from the Eastern Dragon Island within ten breaths." As the two exchanged sighs, a calm yet unyielding voice, resonant with an indomitable authority, descended from the distant sky. Upon hearing this, both Manan and Xiahuo smiled wryly. Manan turned to Zhelí, speaking softly, "The Eastern Dragon Island's steadfast resistance may indeed be correct. But you should be cautious going forward—each of the three Dragon Kings is ambitious and will not allow the Dragon Emperor to easily unify the ancient dragon clan." "As soon as the words fell, Man Yao couldn't linger any longer. With a wave of his arm, he swiftly led the crowd of figures racing toward the boundless space beyond Donglong Island. The people from the two islands followed closely behind, eager and without hesitation. 'Upon your return, inform the Three Dragon Kings: the Tai Xu Ancient Dragon Clan has always known only the Dragon Emperor, never a Dragon King. Their faint royal bloodline—I myself will personally reclaim it!' The ethereal figure, glowing with purple-gold light, spoke softly as the warriors from the three islands surged into the void. The words reached Man Yao and his companions, causing each of them to feel a subtle tremor. It seemed clear now—the Tai Xu Ancient Dragon Clan was about to undergo significant change. This new Dragon Emperor had truly been stirred by the arrogance of the Three Dragon Kings."