The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors had long since fallen within the Eternal Killing Array. The Emperor's source had burned away, and the Dao Principles had scattered.
The Shennong aura on Zhuang Zhou was merely a remnant fragment of spiritual consciousness.
"Ancestral Dragon." Zhuang Zhou's voice was aged and weary. "The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors are long gone. I exhausted every means available and only managed to draw in a wisp of the divine consciousness Shennong the Emperor left behind in heaven and earth. Then I gathered the scattered flesh and blood left across the Nine Provinces, using that divine consciousness as a guide and the flesh as a foundation, barely managing to recreate Shennong."
Wang Xuan glanced at Zhuang Zhou and said blandly, "Without the source, it is merely a shell."
Zhuang Zhou fell silent for a moment, and even the beating of his butterfly wings slowed. "Indeed. Without the Emperor's source, this patched-together body cannot even guarantee the strength of a Supreme Ancestral God or Stone Man King. At most, it is a crippled Ancestral God. As for this old man, I possess only Half-Ancestor cultivation."
The War God King beside him had his pupils contract sharply, every strand of his golden mane standing on end.
He had thought Zhuang Zhou had summoned an Emperor's aid, that Dragon Island's plight might yet have a turning point. Who would have expected this so-called Emperor to be nothing more than a fading ember, not even comparable to a peak Ancestral God?
Wang Xuan understood the fundamental reason for the Nine Provinces' Emperors' fall better than Zhuang Zhou did.
The love these Emperors bore was too vast. Their vision had long surpassed the Nine Provinces and encompassed the Heavens and Myriad Worlds.
In their eyes, the countless living beings of