Lu Wenwu placed the Dragon Power Pearl back into its original socket position.
This action caused the entire altar to release a pure dragon power, making the faces of countless individuals from the Divine Dragon Tribe beco increasingly fervent, as they shouted the na of the Dragon Ancestor.
What kind of situation is this?
Watching these people continuously worship him, Lu Wenwu felt a sense of helplessness.
He disliked being soone else’s ancestor for no reason, let alone being an object of faith for ten thousand years.
It would have been acceptable if he were impersonating soone.
Impersonating that old Dragon King who wore down his divinity to save the world?
He truly did not want to do that.
He could not bear to deceive these fervent believers before him.
Those were others’ achievents, acquired through blood and tears; he could not take them.
Lu Wenwu activated the "Influence Body Refining Skill," retrieving all the True Dragon traits he had just manifested, returning to his original form.
He looked at Long Yuanhai in front of him and said lightly, "I’m sorry, I may disappoint you. Even though I can control the Dragon Power Pearl and the Deep Sea Altar, I am not the Dragon Ancestor you believe in."
Long Yuanhai was montarily stunned, seemingly not expecting such words from him, leaving him sowhat at a loss.
You erged from the altar left behind by the Dragon Race.
You reactivated the altar, reactivated the Dragon Pearl, and now you say you’re not him?
Then who are you?
"Well... well... this..."
The normally decisive and unequivocal High Priest was now sowhat flustered.
At this mont, Long Wensheng, who was a few steps behind, also walked up, now looking bewilderedly at his old father and the person suspected to be the Dragon Ancestor before him.
Although he was far away, he still heard Lu Wenwu’s words.
So, what exactly is happening now?
Seeing that Lu Wenwu had no intention of acting and directly laid his cards on the table, Xu Changjiang, the most reliable person in the group, took the initiative to step forward.
"Guys, I’m not sure if you’ve misunderstood sothing, but Brother Violent Dragon is indeed not the Divine Dragon you worship. At most, he is the current controller of the Dragon Palace."
Great, now the flustered ones have beco two.
The father and son exchanged a glance, reading confusion and incomprehension from each other’s eyes.
What does it an to be the current controller of the Dragon Palace?
Has the divine spirit that ruled the ocean ten thousand years ago already fallen?
Long Wensheng didn’t know what to do.
But as the clan leader of the tribe, he instinctively felt that such explosive secret events shouldn’t be known by too many people, and thus imdiately ordered all tribe mbers to comnce cultivation on the spot, not to waste the precious gifts of the "Dragon Ancestor."
Long Yuanhai respectfully invited the group into the tribe’s deliberation tent, feeling slightly nervous inside.
"I wonder if you esteed guests..."
"I know you are curious about our origins, but hesitate to ask due to our status," Lu Wenwu gestured towards Xu Changjiang, "There’s nothing that can’t be told; let this guy explain to you."
He had just opened his mouth and imdiately spoke out, seemingly adept at weaving a convincing identity to integrate with the natives.
Had it been Lu Wenwu...
Then it might have been through forceful conquest.
Right then, Long Wensheng also entered, and bowed with a gesture that was unintelligible to everyone, seemingly very respectful.
Xu Changjiang pondered for a mont, then said, "We co from the Deep Sea Dragon Palace in the Sea of Absurdity, once vassals of the Dragon Ancestor. This here is the Dragon Ancestor’s youngest son. Previously self-sealed within the Dragon Palace, we were awakened only now during your ritual, and teleported here."
"Regarding more, we need to know how much history from a thousand years ago you are aware of, so we can clarify so matters with you. Otherwise, if I talked half the day about it, you might have no understanding, causing unnecessary trouble."
The Dragon Ancestor’s youngest son?
So it’s the Young Master!
The father and son were enlightened, their gaze towards Lu Wenwu turning passionate again, even their guardedness completely dissipating.
Lu Wenwu felt sowhat uncomfortable under such fervent gazes, barely replying with an awkward yet polite smile.
Long Yuanhai bowed once again, respectfully asking, "I wonder from which aspect this Upper Envoy wishes to begin listening? Our Divine Dragon Tribe enjoyed the blessing of the Dragon Ancestor for over ten thousand years now. Relying on oral traditions, the amount of knowledge we possess is ranked among the highest within these ten thousand miles."
"Don’t be reserved; sit," Xu Changjiang smiled gently, gesturing with a hand, "In my opinion, start with how your Divine Dragon Tribe was established a thousand years ago, as a forr favored one of the Lord, I believe you must possess exceptional qualities."
Long Yuanhai’s smile grew even more profound, repeatedly saying, "Not dare," before beginning to recount the history he knew.
At that mont, the system suddenly sent a notification.
[Notification: Player [Supre Venerable Demon Dragon God] has died]
[Notification: Player [Mysterious Guest] has died]
[Notification: Player [Li Tao123] has died]
[Notification: Player [Desert Death Lord Anubis] has died]
[Notification: Player [Marinus Sharapova] has died]
In an instant, five players died simultaneously.
There’s sothing intriguing about the information.
Generally, when assigning teammates in an instance, the system tends to allocate players from similar regions, languages, and races into the sa instance or the sa initial starting point, attempting to naturally form small teams.
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