Mr. Lu Xun once said that when you were out in the world, you gave yourself your own identity.
Lianshan Xin had not originally intended to impersonate Maodu, but since someone insisted on pinning that identity on him, he did not mind putting it to use.
After all, Maodu was decent enough. As the Dragon Clan's ancestor, he was worthy of Lianshan Xin's stature.
As for Maitreya-he was half convinced, half doubtful.
"Are you really Maodu?" Even Maitreya's voice grew weak.
Although he had suppressed Yinglong, the Dragon Clan's second-in-command, he was clearly no match for Maodu, its leader.
Maodu was an existence on the same level as Shakyamuni Buddha and the Dao Court Ancestor.
Lianshan Xin chuckled. "My son, now do you understand why I'm your father? I'm not just your father. I'm the ancestor of the entire Dragon Clan."
For some reason, Maitreya suddenly felt that part of what Lianshan Xin said made sense, and he had his own distinctive take on it.
"You know, your ability to counter the Dragon Clan might really have something to do with Maodu. No matter how I look at it, there's something strange about this Dragon Subjugation Lineage of yours."
Lianshan Xin: "?"
What sort of theory was this now?
Maitreya's explanation was well reasoned. "In the age when I roamed the world unchallenged, there was never any Dragon Subduers Immortal Art. Even in the Primordial Era, the Dragon Clan already possessed one of the supreme bloodlines. I never heard of anyone who could counter them. How did a Dragon Subduers Immortal Art suddenly emerge in the recent ancient era? It doesn't make sense."
Lianshan Xin raised his first objection. "My son, did you ever roam the world unchallenged?"
Maitreya flew into a rage. "When Shakyamuni and I joined forces, even