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Chapter 1731 - 1040: Making Amends Through Valor, Shrouded in Horsehide, Ancestor Dragon Emerges (Part 2)

Chapter 1731: Chapter 1040: Making Amends Through Valor, Shrouded in Horsehide, Ancestor Dragon Emerges (Part 2)

An Lan glanced askew at Yu Tuo, furrowing his brows and couldn’t help but say, "Brother, what do you mean by that?"

However, despite the confusion in his voice, An Lan’s mouth couldn’t help but slightly turn upward.

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To have won such admiration from his good brother was a testament to his own prowess.

"You are really audacious!" Yu Tuo extended a big thumb, his face full of genuine admiration.

And who exactly is this Adult?

With a single hand, they overshadow the sky, single-handedly driving everyone to extremities. Their realm reaches the heavens, and even looking up one cannot touch such a majestic existence. Being promised newfound freedom was already a pleasant surprise, yet this guy still dared to ask for favors with thick skin.

An Lan’s mouth, just beginning to curl up, paused midway, neither up nor down, uncomfortably awkward. He froze for a good moment before muttering a phrase:

"Go to hell!"

The dignified Immortal King, the ancestor of the Imperial Clan, at this moment, spoke vulgarly, taking on the appearance akin to a mere mortal.

Yu Tuo didn’t get angry, just chuckled twice and continued:

"An Lan brother, do you know what I was thinking just a moment ago?

I was contemplating that there might not be many in this world with your guts, daring to negotiate before Adult."

An Lan snorted, pretending to be calm as he said, "What is there to fear? Haven’t you noticed that Adult is quite enlightened?

Besides, we all embrace the certainty of death, with a high likelihood of being buried on the battlefield. It’s merely a small request, which in essence, is just for peace of mind.

Moreover, I am confident in my own strength; achieving great feats should come easily."

Yu Tuo raised his brows, teasingly said:

"An Lan brother, don’t forget how miserable we were when that newcomer named Huang dealt with us?

Just a hint of that ominous source contaminated even a Quasi-Immortal Emperor Level existence, putting Adult at odds with formidable foes. Who knows how many powerful beings like Huang are inside. Are you really so confident in achieving significant accomplishments?"

An Lan’s expression changed slightly at those words, but soon reverted back to his arrogant demeanor:

"That was then, this is now. I, An Lan, am different. Plus, as the ancestor of the Imperial Clan, can I be overshadowed by those juniors?"

"Alright, alright, you’re impressive." Yu Tuo waved his hand, looking as if he couldn’t be bothered to argue, "But speaking of it, what exactly is the favor you intend to ask? Don’t keep the suspense, I’m quite curious, brother."

"As I said, it’s just for peace of mind. You really think I have the guts to ask anything?"

An Lan pursed his lips, his gaze casting far into the distance—to the horizon where ten crimson black suns hovered in eerie depths.

The familiar contours of mountain ranges faintly appeared within the mist.

At this moment, beneath An Lan’s flamboyant expression as the ancestor of the Imperial Clan, a sudden myriad of emotions surged, prompting a sigh.

With the impending cataclysm, heavens would fall silent, and they, already guilty by nature, were destined to charge in the frontlines, leaving possibly few among familiar faces surviving post-battle...

An Lan, lost in contemplation.

Receiving such arrangements deemed him fortunate enough.

Yet, after finally reaching such a realm, who would willingly face death?

What An Lan did was merely to deepen their impression in Adult’s heart.

He sensed that even if they perished within the cataclysm, Adult might possess the power to resurrect them.

But the prerequisite was that their weights must match.

As a group of sinners who committed heinous crimes in the past.

Imagining reaching such weight was no easy task.

To die a battlefield death, wrapped in horsehide, was their deserved fate. However, any gesture that could deepen that impression ought to be made.

He was the ancestor of the Alien Imperial Clan, also the ancestor of the Imperial Soldier. To utter his true name meant seeing eternal life upon the path of reincarnation, certainly not someone foolish.

On the mountain, Ancestor Gulu witnessed An Lan, Kundi, and others return again, thinking he was mistaken. He rubbed his eyes and, upon confirming it was the same group of disruptive Immortal Kings returning, was shocked.

He thought these Immortal Kings broke free, sweeping back in, ready to shout and fight to the death. However, the figures of those Immortal Kings swiftly passed overhead of the Alien Territory.

Several figures fell upon Ancestor Gulu, but soon withdrew.

At the same time, Jiang Hui’s voice echoed within Ancestor Gulu’s mind, mostly explaining the situation genuinely and signaling him not to worry, which allowed his tense heart to settle back down, resuming his fishing quietly.

Jiang Hui’s thoughts were swirling.

With the Chaos True Body achieved, his strength took a tremendous leap.

But facing the bizarre cataclysm, this was still far from sufficient.

He knew his current strategy, aware of several points able to play their role when the time came.

And it must surely be better than doing nothing.

As for the Little True Dragon...

The strength of the Ancestor Dragon Soul exceeded expectations.

After all this time, the Little True Dragon was still merging with the remnants of the Ancestor Dragon Divine Soul.

However, it’s now at the most critical juncture.

Since the Little True Dragon already possessed the Ancestor Dragon Bloodline, this process posed no danger, avoiding the possible backlash that could obliterate even the God Soul.

It’s just the Ancestor Dragon legacy evidently surpassed the Immortal Emperor Level, thus necessitating significant time expenditure.

But the more so, the greater the anticipation.

Who knows what sort of Divine Skills and legacy the Little True Dragon might inherit.

Presumably, it will certainly be extraordinary.

Jiang Hui looked towards the direction of the Little True Dragon, feeling a subtle anticipation in his heart.

As a result of continuous fusion over this period, the Little True Dragon’s body further shrunk, becoming more refined. The residual fat in its flesh underwent yet another tempering, truly akin to an unsheathed sharp blade, possessing an unstoppable aura.

Its body coiled at the bottom of the Dragon Breeding Pool, with an increasingly profound and ancient presence.

Especially its God Soul, which had undergone some form of qualitative metamorphosis.

Yet this transformation isn’t simply a realm advancement causing an upgrade of the Primordial Spirit. Describing what’s peculiar is hard through mere words.

Jiang Hui didn’t immediately leave the Alien Territory; rather, he sat upon the Highland, his eyes downcast, resembling a statue overshadowing the heavens.

Upon the Highland, cold snow whirled, unknowing how much time had passed; on this single day.

A sudden tremor ran through his mind.

It was the Little True Dragon.

Finally achieving complete sublimation, with its flesh and God Soul entirely reaching the level of the Ancestor Dragon.

Jiang Hui’s face brightened with gladness, promptly rising up, stepping back to Liu Village.

The Sky River spanned the dome, merging with time, Four Seas Dragon Palace appeared resplendent with red jade tiles of gold, unmatched in luxury.

Dragon Breeding Pool.

"Buzz—"

Suddenly, the pool water churned violently.

From the depths of the pool came a bright and soul-rattling dragon roar.

The sound was initially weak, then grew even more shaking, as if numerous dragon roars converged together, causing the Dragon Breeding Pool to glow, with a red glow akin to divine blood. The seamless Four Seas Dragon Palace also began to shine.

After merging the Ancestor Dragon Blood, the Little True Dragon’s aura had become extremely exaggeratedly fierce, now truly awakening like an actual Ancestor Dragon.

The appearance of the Little True Dragon hardly changed, but its dragon eyes exuded an overwhelming majesty, markedly distinct, akin to a naive child suddenly understanding the truths of bygone ages.

"Boom!"

In the next instant, the Dragon Breeding Pool exploded.

A dazzling golden light burst forth from the pool’s depths, shooting skyward, piercing into the cosmos’s summit.

The figure of the Little True Dragon soared directly to the starry sky’s zenith.

Scale Armor shone, Rune sparkled, dragon horns broad and sturdy, tips entwined by thunder and lightning.

Jiang Hui’s eyes sparkled.

"Ancestor Dragon Bloodline, likely more extravagant than the Ancestral Witch bloodline, with Ancestor Dragon’s flesh and God Soul, even established Immortal Emperors are no match for the Little True Dragon. A single swipe of its paw could crush them."

The Little True Dragon circled above for a moment, sensing Jiang Hui’s gaze, it promptly darted excitedly.

"Thank you, Master, for your protection, aiding me in merging with the Ancestor Dragon Divine Soul."

Jiang Hui smiled softly, saying:

"This is your own fortune, unrelated to me. Nonetheless, I am curious as to whether you gained any legacy upon fusing the Ancestor Dragon Blood and Soul here?"

Upon hearing this, a hint of proud delight flashed within the Little True Dragon’s eyes, and it promptly replied: "Master, not only did I inherit a legacy, but it is quite fantastic."

And with that, the Little True Dragon slowly lifted its dragon claw.

"Crackle..."

In an instant, on the tips of its firm and razor-sharp claws, blinding bolts of lightning flickered and thundered. However, unlike usual, that lightning oddly mingled blood-red with abyss-like blackness.

"This is Ancestral Dragon Power, possessing a world-ending might!!"