The true form of the "777" Seed has finally arrived, its entire body turned to gold, even its eyes shimmering with a peculiar luster. Ada stared at it from a distance and after a long moment, she exclaimed in disbelief, "Golden Clan— I never imagined that the '777' Seed held by Qin Jiagui contained the legacy of what was supposed to be the long-extinct Golden Clan—the most perfect race of legend."
The Master of Rules nodded slightly and said, "The meaning represented by 777 is absolute perfection. Aside from true gods of legend, the Golden Clan was indeed the most perfect race. This human is truly pitiful. If he could have awakened the power of his Seed's Golden Clan bloodline earlier, his future would have been immeasurable. He might have even achieved godhood... but alas... alas..."
The Master of Rules shook her head, feeling pity for Qin Jiagui because she knew how rare and talented the Golden Clan was.
