Ao Zhong staggered towards the bloody light and said with difficulty: "Grandmaster, can you spare Ao Hong and let me take his place?"
"Do you know I exist?" A voice came from the bloody vortex.
"I know. Your heroic deeds have been passed down by our ancestors, and I dare not forget them at all. Our father has just been betrayed by his own people and killed in a sneak attack. I beg you to let me, your brother, go and let me take his place." Ao Zhong said.
"You do care about family affection, but unfortunately, although your cultivation is slightly higher than his, you have not been able to inherit my purest bloodline. Your brother is more suitable for my soul transfer and reincarnation. But you can rest assured, no matter who your enemies are in the future, I will defeat them all. It's time for our dragon clan to return to the top." The old voice was burning with great passion.
Ao Zhong wanted to argue, but heard a stern rebuke: "Don't say anything more. I want to concentrate on absorbing the power of this boy's soul to replenish myself. If you don't want me and your brother to both suffer losses, then shut up."
"I..." Ao Zhong felt bitter and had to shut up.
Not many people in the Dragon Palace knew that the ancestor's dragon soul was sealed in the Blood-soaked Nine-Chi Pearl. It had always been a secret kept by the East China Sea lineage, and not even the Dragon Kings of the other three seas knew about it.
Ao Zhong once asked his father Ao Guang why he didn't use this dragon soul to help his ancestor reincarnate
The answer Ao Guang gave at the time was very vague. He only said that the ancestor actually died under the Xuanyuan Sword. His reincarnation and resurrection now might not be a good thing for the East China Sea or the dragon clan.
Ao Zhong guessed at the time that it was because the ancestor rebelled in the battle and was eventually killed by Emperor Huang with the Xuanyuan Sword, which resulted in the status of their Four Seas Dragon Clan not being very high in both the human and immortal worlds.
However, looking back now, the reason why Ao Guang was unwilling to resurrect the ancestor was probably because he knew that if the ancestor wanted to reincarnate, he would definitely choose the descendant with the purest bloodline, who used to be the third prince Ao Bing and later the ninth prince Ao Hong.
But at the moment, he could do nothing and could only watch Ao Hong's soul being possessed by another body.
He didn't dare to take the risk of making any unnecessary moves, for fear that if he was not careful, the ancestor's soul transfer would fail and Ao Hong would lose his life in vain.
At the same time, Shen Luo, whose whole body was stiff, was still standing there, listening to the entire conversation between Ao Zhong and the Soul of the Ancestral Dragon.
Because he had dragon blood in his body, he was easily subdued by the opponent and had no ability to resist at all.
However, the soul of the Ancestral Dragon did not absorb his bloodline power.
Just as he was wondering, Shen Luo's mind suddenly shook, and the space in his sea of consciousness began to shake violently.
He quickly looked inward and saw that in the sky of the sea space, dark clouds were rolling, lightning was flashing and thunder was roaring. Two golden beams of light slanted down from above and shone towards him.
Shen Luo's soul looked up at the sky and saw an enormous golden dragon head sticking out from the violently rolling dark clouds. Its two golden eyes were as big as hanging lanterns, and it looked coldly with frowning eyebrows, as if looking down at an ant.
Its two strands of golden dragon whiskers hung down from the sky, wrapped with golden lightning, exploding with the sound of thunder thousands of miles away in Shen Luo's sea of consciousness.
Shen Luo looked at the giant dragon with only its head visible. Although he knew that it was just a projection of its spiritual consciousness and not its real body, he was still shocked beyond words. The oppressive feeling that almost engulfed the entire world made him feel suffocated.