"I truly didn't know, Ancestor, are you preparing to seize my body for rebirth?"
The Dark Ancestral Dragon laughed heartily, his voice reverberating throughout the Underground World, the surrounding magma boiling and rolling with his laughter.
"What, are you scared?"
Oliver Stone raised his head, with a faint blood-red glint in his eyes.
"I am willing to give up my body, but Ancestor, could you spare my Primordial Spirit?"
The Dark Ancestral Dragon's eyes showed a hint of interest: "Don't want to die? Want to learn from me to find someone for possession and rebirth?"
Oliver Stone said in a deep voice, "If there's a chance to live, who would want to die?"
The surroundings fell silent, all of the Dragon Clan watching the scene before them as if they were in a dream.
Originally they thought the Ancestor had brought them to this Abyss for some kind of test, but they didn't expect such a cruel and terrifying situation.
