"You're saying, this heritage is for me?"
Clouds and mists swirled, as if within a fairyland's Dragon Transformation Pool.
Yang Que looked somewhat astonished at the Supreme Dragon Transformation before him.
The Supreme Dragon Transformation held up a spinning stream of light, his mung bean-sized eyes showing a hint of helplessness:
"There's no other way if nobody else wants it... It's been so long, and there hasn't been a suitable candidate. This deity sees you as barely adequate, so I'll just give it to you."
Hearing the words of the Supreme Dragon Transformation, Yang Que felt a sense of suffocation in his chest.
Am I really that bad?
At the very least, I'm the top individual inferior to Immortal Ascension, right?
Even if it was in the past.
But knowing that the True Spirit of a magic treasure lacks worldly wisdom and has no filter, he could only sigh deeply.