Chapter 943: Chapter 299 Bare-Pole General_3
Sun Wukong and the others didn’t speak, just calmly stared at him.
He should have anticipated such a result long ago.
Opposing the Heavenly Court and getting so close to the Wood God, he truly believed the Wood God could protect him.
“Haha, the Wood God misled me; I will wait below for the Wood God to find me.”
Long’ao said with laughter.
The Ancestral Dragon sighed and said, “Ah, you were such a promising person. Why become a traitor? There are not many acquaintances left from the Primordial era. Though some have been revived, many have perished forever. Even if they were enemies, I now cherish them and truly don’t want you to die, but I have no choice but to kill you.”
Long’ao glanced at the Ancestral Dragon, nodded, and said, “I understand, go ahead.”
He sighed dejectedly, having no intention of dragging anyone down with him.
It’s not that Long’ao didn’t want to, but he was very aware that with his current strength, he couldn’t achieve that.
The collective power of those present was something he couldn’t contend with at all.
The Ancestral Dragon attacked, striking him.
Poof.
Long’ao was pierced, and the next moment, everyone joined in the attack.
Boom.
Long’ao was shattered into pieces, completely obliterated.
Long’ao died, and this left the Ancestral Dragon briefly dazed.
This long-time adversary once again fell by his hand.
Only this time, unlike the last, he likely won’t have the chance to return to the world.
Thinking of this, the Ancestral Dragon felt a bit wistful.
Long’ao was killed, but it didn’t mean he would exist forever either.
Perhaps one day, he would face a downfall and similarly be killed.
There is no eternal supremacy; even powerful beings like Emperor Jun and other Heavenly Emperors have been banished.
No matter how great an existence, there will inevitably be a day of decline.
Indeed, the Ancestral Dragon had a bold conjecture; he believed even the Three Pure Ones would eventually come to an end.
As thoughts raced through his mind, although the Ancestral Dragon killed Long’ao, his mood wasn’t good, even faintly lost.
He felt entirely uncomfortable.
What he said earlier was basically true.
If not for Long’ao siding with the Wood God, the Ancestral Dragon wouldn’t have thought of killing him.
In reality, Long’ao’s death this time was directly related to him siding with the Wood God.
Yet the Primordial Empress sneered, happy about Long’ao’s death without any sentiment.
To her, it was merely killing an enemy.
Going forward, this eliminated a threat.
Then the Primordial Empress took action, drawing a bit of blood, and began using a secret technique.
Blasts of deadly light flew from the Primordial Empress’s hand into the void.
Sun Wukong and the others could hear screams from others being killed on the other side.
There was intense resistance, but it was clearly unable to withstand the Primordial Empress.
In no time, there was no sound at all.
“Bloodline tracking, demanding life from thousands of miles away; anyone with a Sea Dragon Clan bloodline relation within ten generations cannot escape this divine skill’s pursuit.”
The Primordial Empress explained.
Only by eradicating the roots is it thorough.
From now on, there will be no bloodline of the Sea Dragon Clan.
Even if there is, it’s beyond ten generations, diluted to the extreme, and impossible to awaken.
“Impressive methods, Empress,”
The Ancestral Dragon praised.
Though he had been wistful about Long’ao’s death just moments ago, now he expressed admiration, amazed by the Empress’s ruthless eradication technique.
“Embarrassed in front of the Ancestral Dragon, if we’re talking about such methods, how can I compare to you?”
The Primordial Empress smiled faintly.
Sun Wukong could tell the Primordial Empress wasn’t being modest; she genuinely thought the Ancestral Dragon’s skills were stronger.
He exchanged a glance with Nu Ba; these Supremes of the Primordial era were indeed formidable.
Not to mention anything else, just their mercilessness wasn’t something post-era Immortals could match.
In later generations, aside from those who followed the path of evil demons, few were this ruthless.
Of course, it isn’t to say later Immortals are benevolent.
They’re equally not benevolent; truly kind Immortals and Buddhas are actually few.
Most Immortals and Buddhas treat the common people as ants; once they become Immortals, they presume themselves above it all.
As for the life and death of ants, they don’t care.
The Ancestral Dragon noticed Sun Wukong’s expression; he knew their conversation might have sparked thoughts.
The Ancestral Dragon smiled and explained, “Great Saint hasn’t experienced our era. It was too cruel. There were those who left remnants instead of exterminating the tribe, but the results were tragic. The kind-hearted fellow was killed by those he spared, and the entire tribe was wiped out. During the Primordial era, many races rose and fell; benevolence was the least desirable trait.”
As he spoke, a gleam flashed in the Ancestral Dragon’s eyes, and he smiled, “Great Saint should understand what I’m saying.”
Sun Wukong nodded and said, “Old Sun understands; back then, Tathagata Buddha suppressed Old Sun but didn’t kill me. Later, I attacked Mount Ling multiple times. It’s the same principle: if you don’t eradicate the roots, only you will suffer the consequences.”
“Exactly.”
The Ancestral Dragon nodded.
Failing to eliminate the roots leads to this outcome; there’s nothing more to say.
“Mercy to enemies is cruelty to those around you; we understand.”
Nu Ba also spoke up.
Only Fahai appeared somewhat heavy-hearted.
These conflicts of heaven and earth differed from his expectations.
Regardless of right and wrong, it’s just a matter of stance.