Pitiful Dragon Ancestor, Bankrupt

"Without the foil of evil villains, how can the brilliance of innate deities be highlighted?"

Feng Xi felt he had discovered the truth.

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

He wouldn't dare.

Unless he wanted to die young, to experience being annihilated into dust by thousands of Grand Unity experts queuing up to strike him down.

"However, there are still some mysteries..." Feng Xi pondered for a moment. Unable to figure them out, he got up, carrying the Primordial History Records, to seek guidance from a Great Divine Ability User.

Dijiang!

This Ancestral Witch seemed inclined to offer him some guidance.

Currently, Feng Xi could barely be considered a registered disciple of Ancestral Witch Dijiang.

When he wasn't busy, Feng Xi could seek a certain degree of help and guidance for his questions.

Of course, that was the extent of it.

Registered disciples couldn't have too high expectations.

Occasionally lecturing, imparting dharma, and bestowing Innate Spiritual Treasures—none of that was happening.

The Ancestral Witch was busy preparing for the impending great war with the Demon Clan; how could he have the mental energy to patiently train a disciple?

Could they become true helpers at the same power level as him?

No. On the battlefield, they were just cannon fodder. What use was there in training them?

A few occasional pointers were about all he could expect.

Feng Xi harbored no dissatisfaction; he saw things clearly... When asking what benefits a teacher could provide, one must first ask oneself: what help can you bring to your teacher?

In this world of the Primordial Era, where achieving the Dao fruit of longevity was as easy as lifting a hand, the status of offspring and disciples had been implicitly weakened.

"You're not expecting them to inherit anything from me; I'm perfectly capable myself and can do anything. What use are they to me?"

Besides, with the time spent training disciples, wouldn't it be better to establish a faction?

What's the difference between training a disciple and training loyal subordinates?

Directly putting a price tag of contribution points on the treasures intended for disciples and placing them within the faction—there would be plenty of people willing to run errands and work hard.

Unless they harbored special intentions, seeking to achieve something through it... otherwise, Great Divine Ability Users rarely took on disciples.

It wasn't that they couldn't, but rather that it was unnecessary.

"Lord Dijiang."

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

Dijiang's eyes flickered, and he saw the Primordial History Records in Feng Xi's hand. He understood, and a hint of amusement crossed his face. "Ask away."

"Regarding these Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan... are they truly finished? Have they completely withdrawn from the stage of the Primordial Era? Will they rise again in the future and become a factor influencing the balance in the Witch-Demon war?"

"They will rise again... influence the balance? Impossible." Dijiang shook his head. "They can only be considered outstanding members of the great family of Primordial races, but to the Demon Clan and Witch Clan... they are nothing."

"But, in the legends that have been passed down in my later generations..." Feng Xi chose his words carefully, "there's the Dragon Totem, and Descendants of the Dragon, the Spirit of the Dragon..."

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

"The Dragon Clan invested in the Human Race—in fact, you should understand this just by looking at our Ancestral Witch forms." Dijiang said calmly. "This is not a secret."

"As for Body Snatching the Human Race?"

Dijiang chuckled playfully. "Think carefully—among the Twelve Zodiac Animals in your memory, which one cannot be found to exist in reality?"

Feng Xi was stunned, then lowered his head in thought.

"Rat, Ox, Tiger, Rabbit, Dragon, Snake, Horse, Sheep, Monkey, Rooster, Dog, Pig... uh, only Dragon is missing."

The other eleven were present, but only the Dragon... often seen in legends, but in reality, not even a single scale could be found.

When the true Dragons couldn't even be found... then the descriptions and propaganda about dragons were controlled by the highest-ranking Human Kings?

Whatever they wanted them to be, that's what they were.

Before Feng Xi could fathom the horrifying implications of these words, Dijiang casually dropped another bombshell.

"Also, why do you think... the Art of Dragon Slaying has spread through all ages, past, present, future, and all the myriad worlds?"

"Hiss!"

Feng Xi gasped, silently answering a question in his heart.

'Naturally, it's because...'

'Once the genuine article is eliminated, it's only natural that the imitation takes control of the narrative!'

Thunderous thoughts roared in his mind. He barely managed to keep his composure, feeling as though his heart had endured another test and become even stronger.

"There's no helping it..." Dijiang looked at the young and easily startled Feng Xi, shrugging indifferently. After all, he was just seeing things for the first time. "After the Human Race dealt with the great enemy that is the Demon Clan, they needed to sort out their internal chaotic thoughts."

"The Hundred Schools of Thought contending was certainly good... but during a period of recuperation and Great Governance of the Human Dao, it became an eyesore."

"Some excessively powerful dissenting voices should be suppressed and cleared out. Unifying thoughts is the right way."

"So, first support the Dragon Totem, annexing all tribal totems..." Feng Xi's face flashed with realization. "Then, seize the right to define 'dragon' and consolidate it in the hands of the Human King?"

"All thoughts and schools of thought must serve the emperor, mustn't they?" Dijiang said leisurely. "Discard the Hundred Schools, Solely Revere the Dragon Dao; Dragon Skin, Human Heart, Sage King's Unfathomable."

"Won't the Dragon Ancestor turn hostile?" Feng Xi whispered, somewhat confused.

"He'll be angry, but not turn hostile... After all, we haven't given him no benefits." Dijiang glanced at him. "By annexing other totems and merging the myriad races into the Dragon Clan, the Dragon Ancestor at least won't lose money... right?"

Right?

Will the Dragon Ancestor really not turn hostile?

Feng Xi's expression was strange.

He originally could have made a huge profit, but was instead crippled by the leaders of the Human Race and barely broke even... The difference was like heaven and earth. Someone with a poor mindset might have completely broken down.

It was like your family calling to tell you that you won five million.

Just as you start considering whether to buy a house or a car next... another call comes.

In it, your family apologetically tells you—you didn't actually win five million, just a five-dollar consolation prize.

You'd feel like killing someone, right?

'The leaders of the Human Race... so terrifying!'

'The Dragon Ancestor's all-in investment, only to be kicked to the curb after they devoured everything...'

'If the Dragon Ancestor knew, wouldn't he smash his head against a wall? No, he'd have to smash a mountain!'

Pitiful!

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

On this dragon, the word "miserable" was densely covered, making viewers sad and listeners weep.

"The Dragon Ancestor is also a Grand Unity, eternally free in the endless void... Won't he understand the plans of the Human Kings and Sage Emperors?" Feng Xi's voice was lowered very, very low, his entire demeanor exuding an extremely sinister aura.

"How could he not understand?" Dijiang smiled. "But, without taking a gamble... would he be content?"

"The future holds infinite variables, and it's not impossible for him to suppress all these Human Kings and Sage Emperors... Anyway, no matter how bad it gets, he can't lose much more."