Chapter 6116

Vivian’s parting words still pricked at Garrick’s ears like frostbitten needles, sharp and unyielding.

“Jared carries the Dragon Sovereign Bloodline. The true Draconians have already come for him. To cross him is to cross the entire Draconian race.”

Draconians…

The word felt weightless on his tongue, yet it landed on his chest like a mountain.

In the dim, solemn hall, Garrick stared at the ancestral tablets worshiped for nearly ten thousand years. A bitter curve tugged at the corner of his mouth.

For millennia, he had clawed his way up from a clueless novice cultivator through realm after realm. He had survived massacres, watched entire sects erased, kingdoms fall, celestials clash, and countless powerhouses crumble to dust as time swept their legacies away.

Storms, schemes, dead-end battles—what hadn’t he faced?