Shang Yanting's current cultivation level is only at the mid-stage of Martial Spirit, and he feels that transforming into a dragon is a shortcut for him to become a god.

Jia Xitong thought about it carefully and decided to take a two-pronged approach.

"The protectors will receive the blessing of the Ancestral Dragon."

The inherited memories resurfaced in her mind, followed by a sense of unease emanating from her soul.

She fell into a deep sleep...

At this point, the dragon race's inheritance has reached its final stage.

The blood flowing from Shang Yanting turned golden-red, and his wounds healed rapidly under the golden light. Dragon scales gradually disappeared into his body, his eyes opened with golden pupils, and golden runes appeared on his forehead.

Directly in front of him, the hollow eye sockets of the giant dragon skeleton stared back at him.

"I wish that you would restore my dragon race."

The keel collapsed with a crash.

##

The ruins have completed their final mission, and the force that sustained them has vanished.

The ground collapsed and disintegrated.

Above Dingtian Academy, the sky seemed to have been ripped open.

Pedestrians stopped and looked at the bizarre scene. Then, a disciple covered in blood fell from his mouth.

"I'm back, I'm finally back."

The disciple, as if possessed, scrambled to his feet and stumbled as he ran outside.

Then someone else fell through the opening.

The cracks are getting bigger and bigger.

Living people, corpses, monsters, soil, vegetation...

Everything was falling to the ground, and people realized that something had happened at the ancient ruins that were known as a secret vacation spot!

Half of the disciples died, and many others were trapped inside, their fates unknown. Among them were Zhang Qiang and Liu Ye, who had entered with Shang Yanting.

"Help me!"