Chapter 655: Chapter 179 Golden Dragon: My lower half (Two in one, asking for monthly tickets)_3
He wasn’t afraid, for each time he descended to the mortal realm, he would cast out all of the “Source” force that did not align with his path and pour it into Zhu Wu. When he returned to the Heavenly Palace, he was always “stripped bare,” which made the eyeball trust him completely.
After all, aside from the exceedingly loyal you, who would be willing to relinquish the Source force they had obtained? Look at those five dragons; they’d cling to the Source even in their sleep and while eating.
Only you! To the eyeball, you were the epitome of loyalty, serving wholeheartedly. Naturally, it would richly reward you, showing the other five dragons the benefits of fidelity, setting an example for them.
Day after day, year after year, with the continuous infusion of the Source, Zhu Wu’s strength skyrocketed.
He had already reached the pinnacle of the Soldier Realm and successfully entered the fifth level: Human Immortal! And with the mastery of the Source force, he strode toward higher realms above the fifth.
Although you didn’t retain any of this Source aura, the effects of refining your flesh with the Source force were significant. Your realm appeared to be static, still at the fifth level “Dragon King,” but actually, your inner strength rose step by step.
You were preparing for the future, and as the years of disaster piled up, chaos had taken over the land. Daqian was rife with rebellion, and heroes rose everywhere.
At Si River, the elderly garrison commander started an uprising by slaying a white snake, becoming the laughingstock of heroes.
In the Western Regions, a seductive beauty emerged from Lishan alone, making herself an enemy of the world.
The Giant Divine Weapon awoke from its slumber, intending to trample rivers and mountains; the Taoist, holding talismans, summoned winds and rains to restore peace to the world.
Many more were rising to the surface, but among the turbulent floods of the mortal world, those who truly stood out shared a common trait — within them, a mystical black true dragon offered protection.
These were the remnants of Daqian’s scattered national destiny, those lines of Dragons of Destiny that had lain dormant for years now finally soared.
As the wars on earth intensified, the time came for nine heroic figures to enter the capital, aiming to take the head of Emperor Zhu Wu.
By then, you understood that the time was ripe. Nine rebellious kings were gathered in the capital; in another twelve days, the final battle would begin.
Zhu Wu would lead the remaining eight kings in an assault on the Heavenly Palace.
But you still didn’t know how to fight, for you had no chance of victory.
“How strange, how did I manage to defeat this eyeball back in the day?” you muttered to yourself.
Heroic deeds fade into simple lines in the annals of history, yet it is only when you become the hero that you truly comprehend the extent of suffering and hardship involved.
A “Human Immortal” alongside a “Dragon King,” such a formidable duo, was already at the peak of human capacity, but was it enough against the eyeball?
The you of the past never understood the eyeball, but as you grew stronger, you began to grasp more of its nature. By your estimation, engaging in battle now would leave you with less than a one in ten thousand chance of winning.
“Alas, so hard to fight! How should I fight?” you couldn’t help but fall into deep thought.
You pondered long and hard without finding a solution. The gap in strength was too vast, and you eventually gave up thinking.
“Forget it, I’m too lazy to think! Fight and see, win if possible, if not, so be it.” You truly gave up thinking and lay down in resignation.
After completing the mission, the Heavenly Palace summoned you back, and you had to return.
When you encountered the gatekeeper Jia Jinbo, you suddenly asked, “As the Human Clan Guardian, why don’t you protect humanity? You kneel before foreign clans, fawning and groveling; do you deserve this title?”
“You’re kneeling too, aren’t you?” Jia Jinbo replied confidently: “Old Tao kneels for the entire Human Clan. Only by kneeling well and pleasing Lord Heavenly Monarch can the Human Clan survive! It’s useless to explain; you wouldn’t understand.”
Indeed, you didn’t understand, but you no longer wished to kneel. Thus, you bared your fangs and struck him down.
“Hmph, you dare to strike at me? Have you forgotten that you were defeated by my hand… No, impossible, how could you be this strong!?” Jia Jinbo tried to resist but discovered the gap between you had grown unimaginably wide; you shattered his body and Divine Soul with a single blow.
The Guardian who had never truly guarded the Human Clan thus died, no longer needing to kneel for its protection.
Having slain a former arch-enemy, you remained indifferent, casually creating a decoy to stand guard in his place.
Returning to the underground palace, six dragons surrounded the eyeball, watching it absorb remnants of the Heavenly Dao.
Having gnawed relentlessly for years, the eyeball had finally — swallowed a fist-sized chunk of the Heavenly Dao’s corpse.
“This is too slow…” While waiting for the opportunity to act, desperate for a final struggle, you muttered, your gaze falling on the mysterious candle beneath the eyeball, which never burned out no matter how it was ignited.
The candle’s modest flame reflected on your face, and you fell into memories. You recalled how every time the flame rose higher, it would burn the eyeball’s “backside” fiercely, and only then would the eyeball send you on missions.
The candle never went out, much like the Heavenly Dao’s corpse seemed insatiable. You keenly perceived that there must be some connection between the two.
“When it sends us out, what is the eyeball really doing?
“Is it merely following rules when it commands us to carry out missions?
“Is it truly biting off pieces of the Heavenly Dao’s corpse itself?
“It’s obviously the same kind as those Evil Gods I’ve seen before; by devouring the corpse of the Heavens, could it be aiming to replace them?”