Zhu Kun Was Already an Old Dragon Emperor, While the Little Loli Was Still a Little Loli!

"Actually..." Lan Hong hesitated, but under Black-Robed Jiang Lin's calm gaze, she finally began speaking softly.

"Back then, the Nine-Touring Roc Clan and the Nine-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python Clan both had people capable of becoming Dou Di. But those two posed a risk of becoming Dou Di, and some people weren't happy about that."

"So you all started brawling, right?" Only Jiang Lin, who had inherited the Spirit Emperor's memories, knew the despair of this world.

The ones with the greatest potential to become Dou Di were not the first-generation Clan Leaders of the Ancient Eight Clans, but the Nine-Touring Roc and Nine-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python that had accumulated strength for a long time.

Thinking about it, though, it made sense. The Nine-Touring Roc and the Nine-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python were practically one above the nine heavens and one beneath the nine hells. They had both declined for tens of thousands of years, yet possessed formidable foundations and a destiny of resurgence.

The Ancient Eight Clans had a saying: when the moon waxes full, it begins to wane. Successive births of Dou Di, whether subjectively or objectively, were of no benefit to the Dou Qi Plane itself.

On the contrary, the Nine-Touring Roc and Nine-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python, tainted by the qi of the nine heavens and the nine hells, bore a certain destiny and could stabilize the Dou Qi Plane.

One furry thing and one hairless thing thought they deserved to become Dou Di?!

Watch me beat you bastards to death!

Ancestors, possess me!

Fuck them up!

Then, for some reason, the notion of "seizing destiny" suddenly became popular at the time, and they beat each other until their brains came spilling out.

Thus, the perfectly good "mass-production machine for Dou Di," which even the Ancient Eight Emperors had