The Bloodline Vision

Arin stood in front of the Council of Twelve, his eyes fixed on the council members as they deliberated his fate. But suddenly, without warning, everything changed.

He felt a strange sensation, like he was being pulled out of his body. He looked around, confused, and that was when he saw it. The vision.

He saw himself standing in the midst of a pool of blood, surrounded by a mountain of bodies. He looked around, taking in the carnage, and yet, he felt no sense of remorse. He felt no sense of guilt or shame. He felt only a sense of power, of strength, of dominance.

And yet, as he looked around, he knew that it wasn't him standing there. It wasn't him who had slaughtered all these people. It wasn't him who had bathed in their blood.

It was the Yin and Yang Ancestor, the first Sovereign. Arin could feel it, sense it deep within his bones. The ancestor's power, his strength, his dominance.

As Arin stood there, his golden-colored eye shone brightly in his left eye. The next instant, all the dragons around him vanished, their bodies turning to dust.

Arin blinked, confused. What was happening? Why were the dragons disappearing?

And then, he saw them. An army of dragons, each one at the Seventh Realm: Immortal. He saw them flying, their scales glinting in the sunlight. He saw them breathing fire, their flames burning bright.

And he saw himself, the Yin and Yang Ancestor, standing among them. He saw himself as a god, a deity, a being of pure power.

Arin felt a surge of energy, of strength, of dominance. He felt the power of the ancestor coursing through his veins.

And then, the vision faded. Arin blinked again, looking around in confusion. He was back in the council chamber, standing in front of the Council of Twelve.

The council members were staring at him, their faces shocked and amazed. "What just happened?" one of them asked, her voice trembling.

Arin shook his head, still trying to process what he had just seen. "I... I don't know," he stammered.

But he knew. He knew that the vision was a sign, a sign that he was meant for greater things. He was meant to be the Sovereign, the ruler of the universe.

And he knew that he would do whatever it took to make that vision a reality.

As Arin stood there, he felt a sense of determination, of resolve. He knew that he had a long way to go, but he was ready.

He was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

He was ready to become the Sovereign.

The council members looked at each other, unsure of what to do. They had never seen anything like this before. They didn't know what to make of Arin's vision, or what it meant.

But one thing was certain. Arin was no ordinary mortal. He was something more.

And they knew that they had to be careful. They had to be careful around him, because they didn't know what he was capable of.