"Ancestor Dragon, this is the aura of the Ancestor Dragon’s bloodline awakening!""Even though it’s just a shadow, it is truly the image of the source!"
"Golden Horn, if you can truly inherit the will of the Ancestor Dragon, not to mention slaying Jiang Shujiang Taixuan, our entire Demon Domain might rally to counterattack the Cang Mang Domain because of you!"
Senior Huang Ya’s cloudy old eyes were fixed on Golden Horn, sharp as if they could dissect his soul, his tone incomparably enthusiastic.
The words were like drops of water thrown into boiling oil, igniting the suppressed atmosphere.
In the direction of the Phoenix Clan, the red-haired young man Feng Chi at the forefront had a face ashen.
He tightly pursed his lips, deep within his golden pupils roiled an indescribable dread and barely suppressed yet vividly clear jealousy.
Bloodline is the supreme glory and foundation of the Demon Race; he prides himself on having a pure and noble bloodline, just one step away from returning to ancestral purity. Earlier, the Phoenix’s shadow had drawn everyone’s attention.
Yet this unheard-of Dragon Clan’s Golden Horn even triggered the Light of Chaos that maddened the Ancient Mirror of Source-seeking, and was directly labeled by Senior Huang Ya as the "shadow of the Ancestor Dragon." What face does that leave for the Phoenix Clan?
More terrifying was the ancient pressure within the chaos, even through chaotic energy, it made his soul tremble, as though encountering a natural adversary.
Beside him, Feng Xiao’s face was even paler, instinctively stepping back half a step, the previous disdain for the Dragon Clan had long vanished, leaving only deep solemnity.
The Kunpeng Clan side was much quieter; led by Xuan Ling, they merely watched silently, their gazes as deep as the sea, seemingly unaffected by any light that fell upon them.
But those with keen eyes would notice a minuscule ripple of space flash through the depths of their pupils, revealing their extreme internal unrest.
Especially Xuan Ling, his silver-gray eyes fixed on Golden Horn, as though trying to penetrate the Dragon Clan’s exterior and see the essence within.
The appearance of this Golden Horn was too abrupt, too shocking.
If the Dragon Clan truly had such a prodigy, with a massive investment of resources, how could he merely be at the Demon Monarch Realm?
At the very least, he should be at the Demon Monarch Peak.
He might even surpass the current Jiang Taixuan.
What on earth is the Dragon Clan planning?
Or is there an issue with Golden Horn?
A faintly hidden doubt, like a dark current beneath the water, quietly swept past his mind, and was soon smoothed over by deeper space ripples.
He maintained an understated exterior nonchalantly.
All the other clans, whether it was the True Hound Clan brimming with wild explosiveness, or the various forms of pure-blooded Great Demons, were in a state of shock at this moment.
Their gazes toward Jiang Shu were incredibly complex; reverence, envy, and disbelief intertwined.
The Ancestor Dragon Bloodline had long vanished into legend.
Today, traces of it emerged in the abyss?
The most excited were the Dragon Clan.
Ao Hai and another young Dragon Clan member were first stunned, then an overwhelming joy shattered their propriety.
Compared to other clans, they shared the same Dragon Clan bond with Golden Horn.
The bloodline of Golden Horn represented the Dragon Clan’s impending resurgence.
It could even lead to the Dragon Clan possibly uniting the Demon Race once more in the future.
Ao Hai rushed forward, vigorously patting Jiang Shu’s shoulder, his voice distorted by excitement.
"Golden Horn. No wonder when I first met you back then, I felt you were different."
"Clearly, your realm is two levels lower than mine, yet from the source, there was a subtle unease. I had doubts then, but now it seems, this must have been the oppression from the bloodline!"
"So this is it, this is it!"
"Previously, the bloodline was hidden; it seems you hadn’t yet comprehended the Great Dao. Without ascending to the Demon Monarch Realm, now that you’ve grasped the Great Dao, you are the hidden dragon surfacing from the sea!"
Ao Hai’s eyes were filled with excitement.
"Stop dazing, Senior Huang Ya is asking you, which lineage are you from?"
Jiang Shu maintained a somewhat dazed look.
As if completely overwhelmed by the events before him, utterly bewildered.
But only he knew, a tumult raged deep within his heart.
Ancestor Dragon Bloodline?
He was evidently pure Human Clan, fused with the World Tree, Taichu, Desolate, Soul and various Great Dao, where would Dragon Clan bloodline come from?
Let alone that elusive Ancestor Dragon!
If he truly possessed the Ancestor Dragon Bloodline.
He wouldn’t have needed the panel anytime from the start; solely relying on bloodline power, he could cultivate unimpeded.
Why endure so many dangers?
Why have to endure life and death trials to this day?
Yet now, the realm of Dao Artifact Ancient Mirror seemed unmistakable.
The immense absurdity and potential danger made Jiang Shu’s back ooze cold sweat.
Since the Source-seeking Stone Mirror could not be wrong, what truly happened on him?
As the master of the Dragon Transformation Technique, Jiang Shu was well aware that his technique was merely a "simulation," in essence, he remained Human Clan.
Could it be the Dragon Transformation Technique is powerful enough to deceive even Dao Artifacts like the Source-seeking Stone Mirror?
Or is the emergence of the Ancestor Dragon not due to his bloodline returning to the ancestral state?
But due to a greater opportunity upon him?
His mind had nearly become a jumble.
After all, according to Jiang Shu’s initial thoughts, by now he should have been a failure, having to resort to Two Realms Shuttle.
But now it seems, he might continue muddling through down here.
No matter what the crisis is...
As long as he’s in the Demon Domain, there’s always a chance.
The blankness in his eyes gradually cleared.
Jiang Shu did not hesitate any further, despite having ascended to the Chaos Hole Realm.
Chapter 1262: 672: Slaying Jiang Taixuan?
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