At this moment, Ancestral Dragon had already recovered from his indescribable shock.
"So that's how it is."
After reading the records in the [Divine Fortune Book of Fate], he understood: "Chu Sheng—that bastard stole my life. No wonder I ended up like this!"
For a moment, he even considered simply not leaving—staying curled up inside the [Grandmaster]. Chu Sheng could not enter anyway, and the many methods the other party had used to enslave him were all barred outside by the [Grandmaster]. At present, Chu Sheng actually had no way to threaten his life.
It could not be helped. He was truly furious.
His raging thoughts almost became tangible flames, burning fiercely around the golden book, yet unable to shake it in the slightest, as though it were mocking his helplessness.
"Arghhh!"
Ancestral Dragon raged like that for a while before finally venting the stifling frustration in his heart. In the end, he slumped to the ground and could not help letting out a long sigh.
"Hah..."
Once he calmed down, his rationality returned. "No, I still have to go out. Chu Sheng sustains my life—I need him to replenish its mysteries."
He had no way to remain in the [Grandmaster] forever, because he was merely a part of the true Ancestral Dragon, a life cut away from the whole. He was innately incomplete. As time passed, if Chu Sheng did not help patch up his flaws, he would only naturally return to the original body.
For the true Ancestral Dragon, that was only natural.
Yet for him, it was no different from death. After turning it over and over in his mind, his desire to survive ultimately overcame his resentment and fury toward Chu Sheng.
It could not be helped. Life still had to go on.
Forget it, forget