Facing End Tiger's question, Chu Sheng was equally straightforward. A hand slowly emerged from his sleeve, its five fingers spread, and a Radiant Light woven from intermingled colors surfaced.
An [Other Shore] fragment.
Unlike those held by the other Dao Lords, the one in Chu Sheng's hand had already been partially repaired. Of course, this alone was not enough to awaken the Ancestral Dragon.
It still needed a little help.
The next moment, the profundity of [Time] acted upon the [Other Shore] fragment, causing an anomaly to emerge within the Ancestral Dragon's Sea of Consciousness that bore it.
In the span of a single breath, this shattered Sea of Consciousness seemed to have undergone tens of thousands of years of evolution. Amid the endless chaotic thoughts, a wavering patch of light slowly appeared, then took shape, finally becoming a golden-robed young man with demonic features and a face full of grief and indignation.
"Chu Sheng!!"
The young man bared his mouthful of sharp fangs. A baleful, demonic aura shot into the heavens, and the fury in his emotions was so fierce that one could genuinely feel its scorching heat.
It was the [Ancestral Dragon].
Of course, strictly speaking, this was merely a future shadow of the Ancestral Dragon. It possessed only the Ancestral Dragon's consciousness, without any great power upon it, much less its status.
This was also the limit of [Time].
Otherwise, why would he have needed to wait eighty-four thousand years? If he simply used [Time] for a super acceleration, wouldn't he have been able to resurrect the Ancestral Dragon directly?
"Just meeting him should be enough, right?"
Chu Sheng looked at End Tiger with great interest. He was also curious: why did this innate Dao God, the embodiment of the Final Calamity, insist on meeting the Ancestral