The One True Dragon

Great Saint Qianlun's pupils contracted. A suspicion took shape in his mind: could this also be a son of the Dragon Emperor?

Only someone of an emperor's son's standing, accustomed to Quasi-Emperors and raised beside a Dao-Attainer, could berate a Great Saint so recklessly and at will.

"Bloodline isn't everything." Great Saint Qianlun drew a deep breath and countered, "The world has no shortage of geniuses."

"Then their bloodlines simply weren't strong enough. Isn't the greatest of your Ancient Clan, the Immortal Emperor you revere as a supreme deity, a descendant of the Phoenix Clan?"

Lin Xian stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly, "The Five-Colored Divine Phoenix, one of the Ten Evils of Primordial Antiquity, a descendant of Immortal Kings—that's a true Immortal Spirit. Its bloodline belongs not to the mortal world, but to the Immortal Realm."

"Who... who exactly are you?" Great Saint Qianlun's eyes turned grave. He looked at the Black Emperor, then at Gai Jiuyou, and felt his scalp prickle.

Was the Immortal Emperor truly of Immortal Realm blood? Was such a profound secret even real? And if it was, how did they know?

Could this dog really be the Heavenly Emperor's Son? But how could a Five-Colored Divine Phoenix give birth to a dog?!

For a moment, Great Saint Qianlun was torn by endless questions. Had it been anyone else, he would have seized them and forced out answers. But Gai Jiuyou's presence made him deeply wary.

He had an ominous feeling that even with an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon in hand, he might not be able to defeat this Quasi-Emperor.

"I told you, you aren't qualified. Does a mere Great Saint think he can hear Immortal Secrets?"

With his hands behind his back, Lin Xian said evenly, "Bring the Ancient Emperor's