The amount of information in those words was too overwhelming for Lu Mingfei to process at once.
What did it mean to evolve from an ordinary person into a Dragon King? Was that some kind of super evolution?
Died in battle in the Abyssal Zone? Could something unknown have happened in those waters back then?
He was silent for a long while before finally organizing his thoughts.
"Senior Brother He—wasn't born a Dragon King?" he asked. "He became a dragon from a human? That can't be possible, right? The books say humans can't become dragons. No matter how close they get, human genes remain incredibly resilient in the end. No matter how strong Dragon Blood is, it can't erase them completely—at most, they turn into Dead Servants without reason."
"Normally, it's impossible," Lu Mingze said blandly. "But He Xiaomeng really did it. He's that kind of anomaly. When you first met, he was only a Hybrid, and his bloodline was even weaker than Caesar's."
Lu Mingfei froze. "Huh?"
He fell silent again, trying to digest that information.
"Then what does dying in battle in the Abyssal Zone mean? Senior Brother He is already dead? The restart of the world line has something to do with his death?" he continued.
Lu Mingze nodded. "A little. Back then, there wasn't just Nine Infants in the Abyssal Zone. Dragon King Jormungandr, Dragon King Fenrir, Dragon King Amon, Dragon King Odin—and one more Dragon King I couldn't see clearly.
"Tsk, tsk. A scene like that was rare even in history. Come to think of it, I really admire those people from Kassel—they still dared to start a fight under those circumstances."
Lu Mingfei was dumbstruck.
So many Dragon Kings had gathered beneath those waters?
It was practically a dance of dragons.
Wait—
Dragon King