Between the vast heart lakes, the bright white pupils erected shone brighter and brighter.
"You've been waiting for me alone for 400,000 years?" Chen Xia asked back in disbelief, feeling that the time span was indeed too far away.
"This is a leakage of heavenly secrets. At first I didn't dare believe it either, that the revival of the Universal Celestial Dragons would actually rely on a human clan, but after so many years of precipitation, I have long understood many things clearly." The Elder said profoundly.
"The Universal Celestial Dragons did have a glorious heyday when we even ruled the myriad worlds at our peak, our achievements were comparable to those few ancestor dragons."
"But no race can stay at its peak forever, and after the peak comes the decline."
"At first, the great emperors fell one after another, and fewer and fewer new great emperors were born. Without the emperor dragons, the bloodline gradually became thinner and thinner, and we could only compromise with other races that had achieved great emperors, coexisting harmoniously with each other."
"After that, there was a serious problem of poor succession, which is a situation that every declining race will encounter. At that time, there was still an old dragon emperor, who was like the last pillar supporting the house."
"And with the third rebirth failure and fall into dark erosion of that old dragon emperor, who realized that he had gone mad and was afraid that he would turn around and slaughter his own race, severing his own dragon soul, the Celestial Dragon lineage was completely declined from then on."
The Elder smiled and shook his head, then said,
"These are all things recorded in the ancient books of the Celestial Dragons. In fact, if the story had ended there, it would still have been fine. After all, there were still quite a few great saints among the Celestial Dragons who could barely maintain some face."
"But 20,000 years after the curtain fell on the Celestial Dragon lineage, the great emperors of the myriad worlds jointly launched a dragon-hunting craze, encouraging practitioners everywhere to hunt and kill flood dragons in exchange for rewards."
"The Celestial Dragons as emperor dragons were targeted, and even great emperors descended in person to hunt and kill. The originally few hundred clans were killed until only a dozen or so remained, scattered across the myriad worlds."
The Elder put his hands behind his back with shining white pupils and said in a deep voice,
"And you see, I am the last Universal Celestial Dragon to die in the myriad worlds!"
Chen Xia frowned, "Does this mean that there are no other Celestial Dragons in the myriad worlds? But I've heard that others have caught sight of them in other domains."
The Elder shook his head and explained, "Those dragon species have impure bloodlines. Although they are still called Celestial Dragons, they are no longer emperor dragons. And Universal Celestial Dragons can sense each other's existence."
"When you first obtained the Celestial Dragon imprint, I felt it. It was a very subtle bloodline fluctuation, separated by a great distance, but I truly clearly felt it."
The elder spoke somewhat excitedly, exclaiming,
"Your appearance is the rebirth of my Universal Celestial Dragon clan!"
"But in general, I don't count as a pure dragon species." Chen Xia frowned back.
The elder replied, "The Celestial Dragon imprint in you is pure. It's even purer than the Celestial Dragon bloodline in my time. It's a bit like the Celestial Dragons of prehistoric times."
"But for now it's just similar. The Celestial Dragon imprint in you is still in its infancy. To mature, it needs the nourishment of dragon blood and dragon souls to refine the imprint into a true Celestial Dragon form."
Chen Xia's eyes narrowed slightly, and for a moment he did not speak.
He was thinking, wondering about the truth of this matter.
If it was false, then the ultimate goal was nothing more than possession.
Was a 400,000 year old dragon trying to revive itself by borrowing a life?
Chen Xia was unclear, but what he feared least was possession, because the weird things in his body were indeed too numerous, almost enough combined to raise gu worms.
And at present, he could not see that this old dragon was trying to possess him. Everything it expressed was goodwill.
The old dragon shook its head slightly again, its tone slightly sad, and said,
"This is my last effort for the Universal Celestial Dragon clan. Even if it fails afterwards, I will have no regrets towards the Universal Celestial Dragons or myself and my own bloodline."
Chen Xia stood between the heart lakes with pure white light shining in his eyes. The Celestial Dragon imprint moved uncontrollably.
The elder waved his hand and said gently,
"I am just a tiny remnant in between the heart lakes. Calling you here now is really because I couldn't restrain the joy in my heart."
"But if you want the opportunity for essence blood and dragon souls, you have to kill the obsession lodged in my small inner world, and then come back to the heart lake to coalesce your true Celestial Dragon form!"
"What if someone tries to snatch it from me at that time?" Chen Xia asked.
"This is why I called you here first. Your soul has entered the heart lake first, so you have already become the master of the heart lake in advance. But you still have to go back and kill the obsession to open it up. Afterwards, only you alone can enter the heart lake." The elder explained, then sighed again.
"400,000 years ago, my obsession was corrupted by dark erosion and turned into a half-way demonic thought, stationed in the small inner world, guarding the nine dragon bones of our clan. Now they have dug up seven, with two left before the demon thought appears."
"Incidentally, the last dragon bone is a bit special. You can take it for yourself, for medicinal use or refining as you see fit, I don't mind."
Chen Xia nodded, then suddenly said, "This last dragon bone is yours, right?"
"Yes." The old dragon nodded in admission, smiling, "I don't care about these things. Take it as you please, but the other dragon bones belong to other clansmen, and after all I cannot consent on their behalf."
"Hmm." Chen Xia nodded, glanced around, then turned back to look at the old dragon, plainly saying,
"If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way first."
"Do you know how to get out?" The dragon asked in surprise.
"Of course." Chen Xia raised his hand and snapped his fingers, chuckling, "Isn't this my heart lake outside?"
Snap.
He snapped his fingers.
The huge heart lake shattered like a flowing water illusion, and the scenery grew dimmer and dimmer.
The old dragon stood in the center, nodding slightly, with a joyful smile on his face, murmuring, "After 400,000 years of waiting, it wasn't in vain after all."
It stretched out its hand again, with pure white aura coiling around it. With a gentle point forward, it was like a dragon's breath curling around Chen Xia's arm, forming a pure white dragon pattern.
"The last vestige of Celestial Dragon aura can allow you to coalesce a true Celestial Dragon form once. Use it as you see fit."
After the elder finished speaking, his body shattered along with the huge heart lake, turning into ripples and dissipating.
Chen Xia stood in his own heart lake with his eyes lowered.
Beneath his heart lake, a pair of huge pure white pupils gazed back at him.
True form gazing at imprint.
Chen Xia chuckled slightly, then suddenly asked,
"Do you believe him?"
The crimson-eyed figure standing to the side disdainfully said,
"Whether to believe or not does not matter. Just push through and that's it. Doubt is an emotion unique to the weak. I only care about beating him until he tells the truth."
"You understand interrogation." Chen Xia gave a thumbs up in praise.
"Likewise." The heart devil agreed.
A rare moment of calm in the heart lake.
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
