"Dantong, what on earth is happening?"
Feng Wuchen asked through transmission.
"Brother Feng, donât be angry yet, this is the will of the Dragon Ancestor," Dantongâs bitter laughter echoed.
"The ancestor?" Feng Wuchen was taken aback.
"Brother Fengâs ancient bloodline has completely awakened, meaning the origin power of the Ancient Dragon God Clan has been revived. But the origin power has vanished for a hundred thousand years, recovering in a short time is simply impossible," Dantong transmitted.
"Is this related to the Ancient Phoenix Clanâs bloodline?" Feng Wuchen couldnât figure out the connection with the Phoenix Clanâs bloodline.
"The stronger the bloodline, the faster the origin power recovers. With assistance from the Ancient Phoenix Clanâs bloodline, Brother Fengâs Dragon God Clan bloodline will become stronger. In this way, itâs possible brother Feng himself might first nurture the origin power," Dantong transmitted.
"Additionally, once the origin power recovers, the other two ancestors of the Dragon God Clan will certainly sense it. Therefore, those three genius talents of the Dragon God Clan will naturally sense it too. Brother Feng should know what this implies. Thatâs why the Dragon Ancestor is anxious about reviving the origin power. Waiting for brother Feng for a hundred thousand years, enduring silence for all this time only to fail now, the Dragon God Clan will surely face extermination, so the Dragon Ancestor is not willing," Dantong transmitted.
After hearing this, Feng Wuchen recalled the three genius traitors of the Dragon God Clan.
Moreover, after one hundred thousand years, their cultivation must be stronger than Long Shi Hun rather than weaker.
This is also what Long Shi Hun is most worried about.
If he werenât apprehensive, why would Long Shi Hun stay in the ancient ruins without coming out?
If he had the power, Long Shi Hun probably would have already gone to the Holy Realm to kill.
The revival of the Dragon God Clanâs origin power is definitely not due to Long Shi Hun, nor more likely due to the other two ancestors; why wait for a hundred thousand years?
"Would they stoop so low to deal with me in the Seven Divine Realms?" Feng Wuchen heard the implication in Dantongâs words.
Feng Wuchen wasnât worried at all that the ancient Dragon God Clanâs terrifying talents would kill him in the Seven Divine Realms. If they truly came, they wouldnât deserve to be called talents, nor strong in the Holy Realm.
"That wouldnât be likely. With their cultivation, coming to the Seven Divine Realms would be losing face. Even if they wanted to come, it wouldnât be easy. Those two ancestors are not mere ornaments. Brother Feng, now is the opportunity; the ancient bloodline of Feng Hun Shan can strengthen your Dragon God Clan bloodline, enough to elevate your cultivation," Dantong transmitted with a smile.
"Is what Feng Hun Shan said true? Has the Temporal-Spatial Divine Realm already submitted to me?" Feng Wuchen transmitted.
"Brother Feng, donât blame your older brother for not informing you. You will surely need them in the future. This is for your own good," Dantong transmitted with a smile.
Feng Wuchen didnât say much and then flashed over to Beast Spirit Mountain.
The ancient power of Bailin coupled with the bloodline power of Feng Hun Shan was enough to significantly boost Feng Wuchenâs cultivation.
Upon returning to Beast Spirit Mountain, Liu Qingyang and the others were engaged in a life-and-death battle with fierce beasts, while Feng Wuchen found a secluded cave to cultivate.
Seven days later, Alchemist God Tower.
Emperor Ming personally brought Ming Yang to the tower and presented three extremely precious Holy Artifacts to request a meeting with Soul Extinction.
Emperor Ming asked to meet Soul Extinction and sent three Holy Artifacts; even a fool could guess he was pleading.
"Master of Mie Di Tower, please accept the three Holy Artifacts with a smile," Emperor Ming said courteously, devoid of any arrogance, with a face full of forced laughter.
Ming Yang stood beside him, both terrified and flustered.
The proud Clan Leader of the Nether Clan, also a powerful Transcendent Saint, high and mighty usually, what would make him lower himself to the Great Main God Mie Di?
Mie Di and Mie Yuan exchanged glances. They all guessed Emperor Mingâs intentions.
Luo Tianran was killed, and Emperor Ming offended Feng Wuchen. Itâs no surprise heâs afraid now.
"Clan Leader Emperor Ming, what is the meaning of this?" Mie Di feigned ignorance.
Emperor Ming quickly clasped his hands and said, "This junior has a request and hopes to meet the esteemed Soul Extinction master."
"Clan Leader Emperor Ming, apologies, but I donât know where my master is, though surely somewhere in the Seven Divine Realms. The Nether Clanâs power is so great, why seek us?" Mie Di said with a faint smile.
"To be honest, Iâm profoundly remorseful now for misjudging Lord Feng. My son even foolishly dared touch those from the Dragon God Palace. Now, only Master Soul Extinction can save my Nether Clan, and I beseech Master Mie Di to kindly put in a good word," Emperor Ming lowered his head completely, pleading with a pained expression.
Mie Yuan sneered, "Havenât you always underestimated the Honored Elder Delegate? Didnât you always claim fearlessness? Now asking for endorsement? Hmph, Iâm afraid I am not qualified."
"Elder Mie Yuan is joking, itâs because I was blind. Please, everyone, help, otherwise the efforts of my Nether Clan over ten thousand years will be wasted in my hands," Emperor Ming helplessly smiled bitterly.
"You beast, kneel down immediately!" Emperor Ming then scolded his son angrily, and Ming Yang immediately knelt down without a word.
The Nether Clan sealed the mountains for seven days, yet had not seen Dantong and Feng Wuchen come to settle accounts, which made them more anxious.
Having already fallen out with Zhu Sha, in the end, they had no choice but to come to the tower to plead.
"Clan Leader Emperor Ming, we cannot help you with this matter. Please leave and take back these three Holy Artifacts," Mie Di immediately issued an order to leave.
"Master of Mie Di Tower, are you truly refusing to assist?" Emperor Mingâs face darkened. He lowered himself for pleading, already giving a lot of face, yet Mie Di refused outright.
"I am not worthy to assist because you offended Lord Feng! You should leave," Mie Di shook his head.
"Father, what shall we do now? Feng Wuchen will definitely not spare me," Ming Yang was desperate, regretting deeply.
If known how terrifying Dantong was, with a million guts, Ming Yang wouldnât dare touch those from the Dragon God Palace.
"Soul Extinction! My Nether Clan and your connection are not shallow, and we came to the tower to implore you; will you really turn a blind eye to the destruction of the Nether Clan?" Emperor Ming shouted, tightly clenching his fists.
"Did you have such considerations when confronting Lord Feng?" Mie Jian sneered.
"Alas, if only I had known earlier, how could things have come to this? You plead now, donât you feel itâs too late?" The hall resonated with Soul Extinctionâs sigh.
"Soul Extinction, are you truly not assisting?" Emperor Mingâs face twisted in fury.
"Do you think I am Dantongâs match, or that Dantong would respect me? My relationship with Feng Wuchen is but a fleeting acquaintance. You should leave," Soul Extinctionâs merciless voice rang out.
"You!" Emperor Mingâs rage soared, fiercely saying, "Fine! Very well! If you donât assist my Nether Clan through this calamity, even if destroyed, my Nether Clan will ensure your god tower is in turmoil! Letâs go!"
"With the Nether Clanâs power, you are not capable of shaking the Alchemist God Tower. The Holy Soul Temple and the Profound Saint Sect wonât dare help you now," Soul Extinctionâs proud voice echoed.