Poor Dragon Ancestor, Bankrupted

"Without the embellishment of an evil villain as a foil, how could one highlight the brilliance and splendor of an Innate Divine Being?"

Feng Xi felt that he seemed to have discovered the truth.

Of course, discovering it was one thing, but spreading it?

He did not dare.

Unless he no longer wanted to live and wanted to experience what it meant to die young, being blasted into pieces by several thousand Great Luo in succession.

"But there are still some mysteries here..." Feng Xi pondered for a while, but failed to figure anything out. He then rose directly and took this copy of the Chronicles of the Primordial Era with him to seek guidance from a Great Divine Ability User.

Dijiang!

This Ancestral Witch seemed to have some intention of giving him pointers.

At present, Feng Xi could barely be considered a nominal disciple of Ancestral Witch Dijiang.

When he was not busy, Feng Xi could seek a certain degree of help and guidance from Dijiang whenever he had questions.

Of course, that was the limit.

After all, he was only a nominal disciple. His demands could not be set too high.

Occasionally lecturing on the Dao and imparting techniques, bestowing a few Innate Spiritual Treasures—all of that was nonexistent.

The Ancestral Witch was busy with his work, preparing for the earth-shaking war against the Demon Clan. How could he have the time or patience to cultivate a disciple?

Could Feng Xi become a true helper of the same level as him?

If not, he would only be cannon fodder on the battlefield. What use was there in cultivating him?

Giving him a few pointers now and then was already enough.

Feng Xi had no complaints. He was quite open-minded... Before asking what benefits a teacher could give you, you first had to ask yourself—what help could you provide your teacher?

In this world of the Primordial World, where the Dao fruit of immortality could be attained with ease, the status of children and disciples had been weakened considerably without anyone realizing it.

I'm not expecting you to inherit anything of mine. I'm still full of life and can handle everything myself, so what do I need you for?

Besides, with the time spent cultivating disciples, would it not be better to establish a faction?

What difference was there between cultivating a disciple and cultivating loyal subordinates?

He could simply put a contribution-value price on the treasures intended for his disciples and place them within the faction. There would be plenty of people willing to run errands and work hard for them.

Unless they had some special purpose and wanted to accomplish something through it... otherwise, Great Divine Ability Users rarely accepted disciples.

It was not that they could not. It was simply unnecessary.

"Lord Dijiang."

Feng Xi said respectfully, "I have some doubts and hope to receive your guidance."

Dijiang's eyes shifted. He saw the copy of the Chronicles of the Primordial Era in Feng Xi's hands and seemed to understand. At the same time, he found it somewhat amusing. "Ask."

"Regarding the Dragon Clan and Phoenix Clan... are they really finished? Have they completely withdrawn from the stage of the Primordial World? Could they rise again in the future and become a counterweight that affects the balance of the Witch-Demon War?"

"They will rise again... and affect the balance? Impossible." Dijiang shook his head. "At most, they could be considered relatively outstanding members of the great family of the Primordial World's myriad races. But to the Demon Clan and Witch Clan... they are nothing."

"But according to the accounts passed down in my later age..." Feng Xi chose his words carefully. "There is the Dragon Totem, as well as Descendants of the Dragon and the Spirit of the Dragon..."

"Could this count as a form of Body Snatching and resurrection?"

"The Dragon Clan invested in the Human Race—actually, you should understand if you look at the appearance of us Ancestral Witches." Dijiang spoke indifferently. "This is no secret."

"As for Body Snatching through the Human Race?"

Dijiang smiled meaningfully. "Think carefully—which one of the Twelve Zodiac Animals in your memories is the only one that cannot be found to truly exist?"

Feng Xi froze, then lowered his head and began to think.

"Rat, Ox, Tiger, Rabbit, Dragon, Snake, Horse, Goat, Monkey, Rooster, Dog, Pig... Uh, only the Dragon is missing."

The other eleven all existed. Only the Dragon... appeared frequently in legends, yet in reality, not even a single scale could be found.

No true Dragon had ever been found... So were descriptions and propaganda concerning the Dragon not controlled by the highest-ranking Human Kings?

If they wanted it to look a certain way, then that was what it would look like.

Before Feng Xi could savor what shocking secret lay within those words, Dijiang casually dropped another bombshell.

"Also, what do you think is the reason the Art of Dragon Slaying spread throughout the past, present, and future, across the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds?"

"Hiss!"

Feng Xi drew in a sharp breath, quietly arriving at an answer in his heart.

Of course, it's because...

Once the genuine article is eliminated, it naturally becomes the counterfeit's turn to control the right to speak!

Thunder rumbled in his heart. With great difficulty, he kept his expression from collapsing. Feng Xi felt that his heart had withstood another trial and grown even stronger.

"There was no helping it..." Dijiang looked at young Feng Xi's startled and flustered expression and shrugged indifferently. In the end, he was simply inexperienced. "After the Human Race eliminated the Demon Clan as its great enemy, it naturally had to sort out the chaos within its own ideology."

"The Hundred Schools of Thought was certainly a good thing... but during a period of recuperation and Great Governance of the Human Dao, it was rather conspicuous."

"Some overly powerful dissenting voices had to be suppressed when necessary and purged when necessary. Unifying people's thinking was the proper path."

"So first, you supported the Dragon Totem and merged all the tribal totems..." A look of enlightenment flashed across Feng Xi's face. "Then you seized the right to define and interpret the Dragon, gathering it into the hands of the Human Kings?"

"Every ideology and school of thought must serve the emperor, must it not?" Dijiang said leisurely. "Abolish the Hundred Schools and revere the Dragon Dao alone; Dragon Skin, Human Heart, Sage King's Unfathomable."

"Would Dragon Ancestor not turn against you?" Feng Xi asked in a low voice, somewhat puzzled.

"He will get angry, but he will not turn against us... After all, it is not as if we gave him no benefits." Dijiang shot him a glance. "By merging the other totems and fusing the myriad races into the Dragon Clan, Dragon Ancestor at least would not lose money... would he?"

Would he?

Would Dragon Ancestor really not turn against them?

Feng Xi's expression was extremely strange.

He could have made a huge profit, but instead was crippled by the leaders of the Human Race and only barely managed to break even... The difference was like heaven and earth. Someone with a poor state of mind might have collapsed on the spot.

It was like receiving a call from your family telling you that you had won five million.

Just as you began considering whether to buy a house or a car next... another call came in.

Your family apologetically told you that you had not actually won five million. You had only won a five-yuan consolation prize.

You would feel like killing someone, right?

The leaders of the Human Race... are terrifying!

Dragon Ancestor invested everything he had, only to be wrung dry and then kicked out of the game...

If Dragon Ancestor found out, would he not smash his head against a wall? No, he would have to smash it against a mountain!

How pitiful!

In a daze, Feng Xi seemed to see a Dragon.

The character "pitiful" covered the Dragon's body densely, making those who saw him grieve and those who heard of him weep.

"Dragon Ancestor is also a Great Luo, possessing Eternal Freedom throughout Endless Space-time... Would he not understand the intentions of the Human King Saints Emperor?" Feng Xi lowered his voice very, very low, his entire person exuding an air of extreme secrecy.

"How could he not understand?" A smile curled at the corners of Dijiang's mouth. "But without taking a gamble... would he be willing to accept that?"

"The future is filled with endless variables. It is not impossible for him to suppress the Human King Saints Emperor again... In any case, no matter how bad things get, he cannot lose much."