As the final thunder dragon was shattered by the pillar of light, the Founding Ancestor's power seemed completely drained, and his figure began to turn ethereal.
"Hmph, falling short after all..." The Founding Ancestor gave a bitter smile, a flash of lingering unwillingness and helplessness in his eyes.
This sliver of a remnant soul was already extremely weak, and now it was entirely exhausted, unable to maintain its physical form any longer.
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