Their eyes were shaking continuously, and even their faces and mouths began to tremble uncontrollably.
This power!
This unfamiliar yet familiar aura!
Two words erged simultaneously in their hearts — Dragon Ancestor!
The Dragon Ancestor has descended!
The person in front of them is the Dragon Ancestor that the entire Divine Dragon Tribe has worshiped for ten thousand years!
It was the connection and vibration on the bloodline origin after being transford by the Dragon Pearl generation after generation for ten thousand years.
No mistake!
After a whole ten thousand years, one of the mightiest and greatest divine spirits, ruler of the seas in the old era, has descended today!
He will surely bring the Divine Dragon Tribe, which has been showing signs of decline, back to glory!
Including Long Yuanhai and Long Wensheng, father and son, everyone in the Divine Dragon Tribe collectively fell to the ground, bowing towards the towering altar that had already revealed a blue halo.
"Dragon Ancestor!"
"Dragon Ancestor!"
"Dragon Ancestor!"
After shouting three tis, the deafening, synchronized prayer was so neat as if it had been rehearsed tens of thousands of tis.
Originally imrsed in the effects of the True Dragon Blood Tears, Lu Wenwu suddenly snapped out of that mystical state.
Great, now it was his turn to be utterly bewildered along with his teammates.
Listening to those ancient prayers, feeling the pure and sincere reverence and faith of the Divine Dragon Tribe for the Dragon Ancestor since its inception, Lu Wenwu had nothing to say but "What the fuck!?" to describe his current feelings.
No way???
Have I beco the Old Dragon King???
He actually wanted to step out loudly and shout, "You’ve got the wrong person... the wrong dragon! I’m not that Old Dragon King you worship!"
But seeing those fervent and passionate primitives below, Lu Wenwu didn’t have the heart to say it.
He planned to find a couple of sensible ones to have a private chat later.
anwhile, his teammates were gradually coming back to their senses.
Although in a weakened state after the battle, being at least A Tier players, a minute or two was enough.
"Uh... Brother Tyrannosaurus, what’s going on now?" Xu Changjiang craned his neck to look below, rubbing his head as he asked. "Have we encountered a native cannibal tribe in this instance? Or are we like Aztecs, about to be sacrificed in a blood ritual?"
Under normal circumstances, the system would translate the common indigenous languages in the instances.
So the remaining people could understand what the Divine Dragon Race people covered in animal skins were shouting below.
Ultimately, they were worshipping sothing.
Except for a freak like Lu Wenwu, A Tier players were all battle-hardened, having mostly seen similar primitive religious scenes.
Even by guessing, they could figure so things out.
"No."
Lu Wenwu shook his head a bit awkwardly.
"It seems like... they think I’m a god they’ve worshiped for years. The Old Dragon King we killed in the Dragon Palace."
"What the hell? If what we did before gets exposed, aren’t we screwed?" The dramatic AC Little Milk Cow held his cat and dog, starting to doubt life.
The Big Crow, disdainfully shaking the water from its body, croaked loudly: "Disaster ga! Disaster ga!"
"No, brothers, give so ideas!" Holding Mao Mao, Lu Wenwu felt a bit distressed, "How do we interact with these natives? In what capacity? I’m not good at pretending to be a divine stick!"
"Cough cough, to be precise, it’s not pretending to be a divine stick." Xu Changjiang said with a deep expression, "It’s pretending to be a divine spirit."
"I really don’t know how to do that!" Lu Wenwu almost punched him in the chest, "You let kill soone, that’s fine, but how can I act this out? You just stand there talking without concern, don’t you!"
The dramatic AC Little Milk Cow pondered for a mont and tentatively spoke, "If all else fails, Brother Tyrannosaurus, just boldly say you are the Old Dragon King from ten thousand years ago, who due to self-sealing, has decreased in power, and that there’s a batch of treasures buried in the Dragon Palace."
"Now I give you fifty thousand Spirit Coins and present a lot of treasures, once restored, you will appoint them as Grand Generals of the Dragon Palace or sothing, enjoying incense and eternal prosperity, vast wealth, and no more for..."
"Get out of here! I just ca back from the Underworld, can we do sothing from the Human World!"
This ti, the blabbermouth with thick skin couldn’t hold back, and Lu Wenwu really gave him a punch.
This light punch toppled the dramatic AC Little Milk Cow over along with the cat and dog, making him quickly take out the Hunting Flute to blow a Life Recovery (small) on himself.
Even with the physique from Azure Star, one punch from Lu Wenwu was unbearable!
Wu Jianqing blinked his dark eyes, suppressing his grim thought, silently transforming into a handso man in ancient black clothing, squatting to tease the dog.
Just as the group was noisily "discussing" what to do next, the High Priest Long Yuanhai was already walking up the steps, bowing with every step, reverence couldn’t be more sincere.
Everyone instantly quieted down, looking at this "unexpected guest," ready to act at any mont.
Especially the previously giggling Little Milk Cow, his right hand now touched the double blades in his personal backpack, while his left hand secretly touched a bottle of Strong Walking dicine G.
He could feel that this old man in front of him was extrely powerful, even stronger than himself by a few points.
If a real fight broke out, the win rate would most be forty-six in numbers.
Him being the four, the opponent being the six.
Moreover, it presupposes that the opponent has no tricks up his sleeve.
Lu Wenwu habitually activated the Eye of Insight.
[High Priest Long Yuanhai of the Divine Dragon Tribe (A)]: 90 0000/90 0000
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