The White Lynx stood by the lakeside, her mind in turmoil.0

This Ice Armor Eel Dragon that had once roamed the Fifth World belonged to a branch of the Dragon Race, much like the Giant Abyssal Serpent.0

It was far more challenging for dragons of unorthodox origins to shed their original forms and transform into True Dragons compared to those born into the Dragon Lair Sect's lineage.0

For them to be the proverbial carp leaping over the dragon's gate[1] was by no means an easy feat.0

According to her bloodline memories of the ancient Fey Race, dragons not born of the Dragon Lair Sect's lineage were known as wild dragons.0

Even if they endured countless hardships and overcame many obstacles to become True Dragons, they would never gain recognition from the Dragon Lair Sect.0

Shockingly, this Ice Armor Eel Dragon, born in the Fifth World and confined to Absolute Heaven, not only possessed a complete bloodline but had also ascended to the rank of a Fey King in an exceptionally short span of time.0

More terrifying still was that the Ice Armor Eel Dragon gave off an aura far stronger than ancient Fey Kings like the Blood Jade Scorpion, the Four-Eyed Spirit Fox, and the Frostfeather Drake.0

Are the Dragon Race just the darlings of the Fey Race? To the point that even the unorthodox branches of their lineage possess such terrifying potential?0

The more the White Lynx thought about it, the more dejected she became, and she could not help but silently curse the injustice of fate. 0

Why was I born into the lineage of the White Lynx and not as a descendant of the extraordinary Dragon Race?0

Meanwhile,...0