These bold words were exactly to the Dragon Ancestor's liking, making him laugh. "Haha, good. You said it—don't go back on your word in the future. You must revive me. I am mortal enemies with humanity, but if you can revive me, I can consider joining forces with you and lending you a hand. You can be the king of humanity, and I can be the king of the Dragon Race. We'll stand as equals."
"We'll take it one step at a time. Senior, don't place your expectations on me too highly. For now, I don't have the ability to revive you," Fan Lang said.
"Of course I understand. Back then, the Aurora God Emperor destroyed my physical body and struck me until I suffered soul shattering and spirit scattering. I nearly vanished between heaven and earth. Revival will not be easy. If an ordinary person made such a boast, I would have no expectations at all. But your words carry some possibility. I can sense a special power hidden within you. It is neither Mystic Power nor divine power, nor is it the Dao of Laws. It is another kind of power."
"Who doesn't have a few secrets? Senior, there's no need to pry." Fan Lang cut off the subject and said spiritedly, "Time is running out. Less than half a day remains of the seven days. I plan to subdue several dragon souls and take them out. First, they can strengthen me. Second, they can deceive the heavens and serve as cover, allowing me to take you out without anyone noticing."
The Dragon Ancestor's soul was of immense importance. If people learned that he still retained a trace of his remnant soul, it would certainly cause a huge uproar, so it had to remain secret.
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