Ning Fan asked again, "I'm begging you, please stop crying, alright? Quickly, tell what effect this forbidden spell has?"
The Black Dragon spoke in a deep voice, "The Demon Dragon Refining Kill Formation can summon the projections of nine Ancestral Dragon Gods from the river of ti."
"Nine Ancestral Dragon Gods!"
Ning Fan gasped, wishing he could kill this foolish Black Dragon if he could.
The power of the Ancestral Dragon Gods, according to the Cultivation World, is nearly equivalent to that of a Saint.
"How many levels above is this?"
Ning Fan counted on his fingers, still unable to comprehend the disparity between them.
Although these are just projections, with less than one percent of the original's power, they're still projections of Quasi-Saints, and there are nine of them at once. This is simply forcing soone into a dead end.
"No wonder you're sitting here waiting to die, you fool."
"Enough. Damn insect. If you hadn't insulted , I wouldn't have released the forbidden spell."
The overly guilty Black Dragon finally couldn't help but resent Ning Fan.
"And who spat at first?"
"Spit?"
The Black Dragon, realizing it, was suddenly enraged, "Damn insect, you are not allowed to insult the Dragon Clan."
"Co on. You're going to die soon, what use is talking about insult."
Ning Fan sneered, "This is a case of bringing ruin upon yourself."
"You..."
The Black Dragon lowered its head gloomily.
Having just escaped from death, it should have left quickly and taken ti to recover its injuries.
But due to its intense desire to crush this insect, it recklessly used a forbidden spell.
If it were in its pri, Ning Fan's self-destructive plan wouldn't have worked at all.
But after releasing the forbidden spell, all its Magic Power was exhausted, leaving it unable to put distance between itself and Ning Fan as he approached.
The Black Dragon now only hated itself, thinking if it hadn't been so intent on killing, it wouldn't have ended up in this situation.
Seeing the Black Dragon silent, Ning Fan had no mood to provoke it, seeming as if he too was resigned to waiting for death.
The sky full of lightning finally drew to a close, and Ning Fan felt none the easier; instead, his face turned grim.
The space began to thicken, an awe-inspiring pressure enveloping all directions.
After a brilliant flash of red light, heads the size of trucks slowly erged from the centers of nine magic formations.
The appearance of these heads was the sa as the Black Dragon's, only the color was different.
So were as white as jade, others as black as charcoal, and others as red as blood...
"These are the Ancestral Dragon Gods."
Startled, Ning Fan muttered to himself, "How could there be so many?"
Gazing at the nine dragon heads, the Black Dragon seed dazed in worship, "Ancestral Wind Dragon, Ancestral Fire Dragon, Ancestral Gold Dragon..."
Ning Fan understood that each of these nine Ancestral Dragon Gods corresponded to a specific attribute, Light, Dark, Earth, Wind, Water...
Ning Fan pointed at the head that bore a resemblance to the Black Dragon, saying, "This must be the Ancestral Dark Dragon."
"Correct."
"So, it's your ancestor?"
"Indeed."
Ning Fan chuckled, rubbing his hands, "Then could you say sothing to your ancestor, let us go?"
The Black Dragon said somberly, "They're all fallen."
"That can't be right. Didn't you say the Ancestral Dragon Gods were still around?"
"The title 'Ancestral Dragon God' now is just that, a title. The true first generation Ancestral Divine Spirits have all fallen."
If that weren't the case, the Ancient Divine Lineages would stand no chance against the Ancestral Divine Series.
"Sorry for your loss."
Casually offering condolences, Ning Fan realized sothing, "Wait a minute. If they're already fallen, how can you summon their projections?"
"The Demon Dragon Refining Kill Formation involves the Space-ti Law, summoning the power of Ancestral Dragon Gods from the past to form projections, these projections have no Spiritual Wisdom."
That's the reason the Black Dragon awaited death with its eyes closed; if its ancestors were still around, they'd easily pull it out of the forbidden spell with their supre Divine Power.
As for Ning Fan, the insect, he of course was left here to await death.
"Well. Your dragon magic is impressive, able to summon power from the past."
"Of course."
The Black Dragon had a strong sense of racial pride.
Ning Fan abruptly changed his tone, saying viciously, "What's the use of being impressive? You're still going to sit here obediently and wait for death."
The Black Dragon said no more, having turned a strong hand into a ss through its impulsiveness.
"Is it really the end?"
Reflecting on this, Ning Fan felt a sense of confusion, now realizing that he didn't fear death itself, but was concerned and reluctant about leaving the won behind.
"I let you down, it was my impulsiveness this ti."
Ning Fan's gaze dimd, looking around aimlessly.
The nine dragon heads had fully erged from the magic formation, their previously closed dragon eyes now open.
At the mont these nine Ancestral Dragons opened their eyes, the Divine Dragon's Triple Extre Flash summoned by the Divine Dragon vanished like smoke.
Yet Ning Fan suddenly felt a weight on his back, as if a mountain were pressing down, his legs bending sharply.
With a splutter, Ning Fan coughed up a mist of blood.
The forbidden spell had yet to manifest, yet just the aura of the Ancestral Dragons had grievously injured Ning Fan.
"Is this the disparity?"
Full of desolation, Ning Fan involuntarily gazed at that fleshy mountain, then chuckled as the ridiculous scene before him lightened his heart's sorrow.
The Black Dragon fared even worse, its form lying nearly flat on the ground; its massive size forced it to raise its rear high.
It appeared like an ostrich with its head buried in the sand.
The Black Dragon did not realize how comical its actions were at that mont.
Even if it did, it wouldn't pay attention.
When trapped within the Demon Dragon Refining Kill Formation, the Black Dragon had so sense of resignation.
Its intact right eye continuously shed large tears, showing not a hint of resistance.
Even if one day the Black Dragon possessed power beyond the Ancestral Dragon Gods.
Faced with its ancestors, it would still prostrate in submission, an awe from deep within its genes, especially now when it's still a child.
...
"Husband, stay safe."
"Brother-in-law, co back soon."
"Little husband, when will you co to see ?"
"Young Master, Cai'er misses you."
...
Seeing the hopeful and expectant faces before him, Ning Fan couldn't help but reach forward,
The illusion of flowers in a mirror and the moon on water dissipated instantly, yet the longing of beloveds for his return still echoed around him.
"I can't die here. I have to go back, I must go back. They are waiting for to return."
Ning Fan's frenzied roar caught the Black Dragon's attention,
"Have you gone mad? Truly an insect."
The Black Dragon's eyes flashed with disdain and a hint of satisfaction.
Compared to Ning Fan's frightened and stupid deanor, it felt its sniffling seed not so bad.
The Black Dragon silently watched Ning Fan, waiting quietly for the executioner's blade to fall.
Suddenly, the Black Dragon's pupils widened into circles, even it didn't realize that its head wasn't against the ground but raised slightly.
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