In reality, there were too many uncertainties on this path of cultivation. There were many things that one could not be sure of, and one could not be sure of success.
But Long Chen had succeeded time and time again.
That was because he clearly understood how difficult it was to accomplish, but he would adjust himself to the best of his ability to face it bravely. Of course, this was also related to his deep trump cards. Now that he had inherited almost half of the Ancestral Dragon's essence blood, it was really very difficult to kill him.
But most of his victories were because of his strong fighting spirit.
Just like now, it was the same. He had the brave heart of an expert to withstand the pressure and fight against Neptune Emperor.
At this time, he stood in front of Neptune Emperor.
Although he was in human form, he was now covered in blood-red dragon scales, and the Death Claw was ready. Whether it was the Ancient Blood Spirit Dragon's murderous intent or the Divine Dao Heart Dragon's righteous intent, they were both his powerful weapons. Against this extremely brutal Primeval Troll, he felt that the equally bloodthirsty Ancient Blood Spirit Dragon was more suitable.
Everyone held their breath, allowing Long Chen to try without worry.
They were very nervous. After all, even Yang You could not use this method to stop the opponent. If Long Chen was not careful, he might be counterattacked, and his primordial spirit would be destroyed.
That would be death.
In fact, everyone was waiting for him to bring them good news.
And Long Chen was already prepared. His eyes were incomparably resolute. On his left hand, the four types of angry power and murderous intent flowed continuously. At some point, Long Chen had already pressed down on Neptune Emperor's head and stabbed it deeply.
Five claws went in.
There was no blood, only a bloody red light seeping out from the wound.
"Ugh …"
Neptune Emperor opened his bloody eyes again, and looked at Long Chen with a smile that was not a smile. His expression was ferocious, and he let out a tragic laugh. "Are you here to die?"
This laughter made the Dragon Emperor's heart tighten. They were really worried about Long Chen's safety. In Long Chen's God Kingdom, Lingxi was also very nervous. Every time Long Chen went on an adventure, she was basically on tenterhooks.
Facing Neptune Emperor's threat, Long Chen didn't respond. The fighting spirit and anger in his eyes never changed. He looked deeper and finally hurt that Primeval Troll.
Boom!
Long Chen's will morphed into a mystical dragon. The Primordial Blood Spiritual Dragon delved into the depths of the Primeval Troll's consciousness. This was where Yang You had come from. This was where the will of the Primeval Troll resided. Long Chen had to come here personally to be able to fight it.
This was the instigator of the Eternal Riot.
It was this Primeval Troll who had brought disaster to the Eternal-Life God Realm.
He had caused the human race to fall into such a predicament.
It had caused them to lose countless lands.
Therefore, Long Chen was furious. His bloody body wandered in the world of consciousness, looking for that opponent, and using the will of the Primordial Blood Spiritual Dragon, he tore it apart.
This was a world of blood. Below was a thick blood-colored mist, and below was a sea of blood. But it was completely different from the sea of blood in Slaughter Dragon City.
Boom! Boom!
It was as if countless things were rioting, and the whole world was trembling.
"Another lowly lifeform has come to challenge my dignity?"
This voice filled the whole world, reverberating in front of Long Chen. This was an ancient and hoarse voice, and each word seemed to be engraved on Long Chen's body. Hearing it, one could feel fear in one's heart.
"In front of a mystical dragon, things like you who hide your head and tail are truly pitiful and lowly."
Long Chen had always believed that in the entire history of the Dragon Sacrificial Continent, the noblest creature would always be the dragon.
"Ridiculous, ridiculous. You're just a pseudo-dragon who inherited the essence blood. You don't even have a ten-thousandth of the strength of a true dragon, and yet you dare to call yourself a mystical dragon. Fine, since you want to die, then die."
This sentence deeply shocked Long Chen.
He had always been puzzled. In the Era of Mystical Dragons, high-level mystical dragons could reach the realm of mystical dragons. Super mystical dragons could be on par with the Primordial First God, Di Jun. Ultimate mystical dragons were even more tyrannical, not to mention terrifying existences like Supreme Mystical Dragons. But now, there were people who inherited the essence blood of Supreme Mystical Dragons. Logically speaking, even if they couldn't reach the realm of Supreme Mystical Dragons, they should at least be on par with Di Jun.
But not a single one had reached the so-called True Dragon Realm.
In that case, there must be a reason.
That reason was that they were still only dragon martial artists, and not true mystical dragons.
Take Long Chen for example. He was still only an Ancestral Dragon martial artist, and not a true Ancestral Dragon. A true Ancestral Dragon, even in its infancy, was an existence comparable to an Ultimate Mystical Dragon or even a Supreme Mystical Dragon. How could it be as weak as Long Chen?
What exactly did the entire Dragon God Domain lack?
Why was it that those who inherited the essence blood were only pseudo-dragons?
This was something Primeval Troll knew.
"Don't expect me to tell you the truth. That's impossible. Besides, a dead man doesn't need to know the truth."
Primeval Troll's voice came from all directions.
Rumble.
He appeared.
He burst out from the sea of blood.
It was a huge black creature that stood in front of Long Chen. Its body was stooped, but its body was covered with pitch-black dragon scales. It had thick and strong lower limbs, and equally thick and strong upper limbs had sharp claws like that of a mystical dragon. Its head was inverted triangular, and it looked a little like a praying mantis, but it had sharp fangs. Behind it, there was a pair of incomparably thick and wide bat wings that were as sharp as blades.
It also had a long and venomous tail like that of a scorpion.
The densely packed lines of blood formed a network that covered its entire body, and there was an endless amount of fresh blood flowing on it.
This was the first time Long Chen had seen Primeval Troll.
Of course, this was not his true body, but merely a manifestation of his will. His true body was comparable to that of a god, and it would definitely be thousands of times more frightening than it was now. Even so, it had already given Long Chen a terrifying shock. He truly realized that this was a creature that was much more frightening than all the peak bloodlines of the demon race and the sea race, and even the Holy Sorcerer.
They were, indeed, demons.
The pair of blood-red eyes had a ghostly power, and it was a violent sea of blood. It was not as simple as it looked like a sea of blood. The most frightening thing about the Primeval Troll was his will. It was too strong, too ferocious, especially this one that controlled the demon race, the sea race, and the sorcerer race. His will had even affected billions of living creatures. Standing in front of him and looking into his eyes, one would feel a fatal impact.
His soul was shaken, and his body trembled.
This was a true demon, a giant demon.
Long Chen had seen this kind of crazy, crushing, and violent obsession from Mo Xiaolang, but compared to the illusion of the Primeval Troll before him, Mo Xiaolang's was tens of thousands of times worse. Moreover, this was only a manifestation of his will, and not the true Primeval Troll.
Looking at him, Long Chen understood that if this Primeval Troll really came to the Eternal God Realm, just one Primeval Troll alone could kill billions of living creatures.
Not to mention, there were so many Primeval Troll on the Devil Star.
Their existence was the nightmare of the entire world, because they were comparable to gods. In other words, they were gods, just not gods of the Eternal God Realm, but gods of the Devil Star.
In fact, they even had the aura of dragons.
Long Chen could feel that many parts of their bodies were similar to dragons, such as their dragon scales, their spines, and their sharp claws. However, they were beasts that stood upright.
This dragon aura was very fierce. Just as he said, compared to Long Chen, it was the difference between a true dragon and a false dragon.
Boom.
The small movement of the other party was a huge blow to Long Chen.
This was Ta.
On the Devil Star, at least there was a cultivator who could use the Immovable Magic Eye.
It was clear that as an Archaic Great Demon, it was definitely equally terrifying. Without even moving its demonic eyes, it was able to render everyone unable to move.
Now, the Primeval Troll did not show any mercy at all. He used his terrifying will to attack Long Chen's will. If Long Chen lost this battle, he would be reduced to ashes.
"I can't lose."
He knew how terrifying the other party was. In fact, everyone knew about it. However, this was not the reason for him to be frightened. There was too much to protect in his heart. He needed to follow in his father's footsteps and understand everything. He needed to know what had happened from the era of the Divine Dragons until now.
The Sky Devouring Clan, the Primeval Troll, the ancient gods. What role did they play?
He wanted to know everything.
He was even more terrifying. He wanted to restore peace to the chaotic Eternal God Realm.
This was destined to be a difficult, or even impossible, mission.
But he was not afraid.
The person before him was his enemy, and also his enemy. He would use all his strength to deal the greatest blow to the other party.
His will was actually far weaker than the other party.
But it belonged to the Ancestral Dragon. It would not be easy for the other party to destroy it.
"Damn it."
The battle of wills was a true battle between Long Chen and the Primeval Troll in the world of consciousness.
Their bodies were incomparably perfect. No matter which part of them it was, they could unleash a fatal attack.
In this kind of battle, Long Chen had no choice but to transform into the Heart Refining Dragon to fight against the other party.
Every time they clashed, it was a fatal pain.
His claws, tail, wings, and fangs were all his sharp weapons. Although Long Chen wouldn't lose to him in terms of combat techniques, his opponent's willpower was too terrifying. This was where Yang You lost.
Every time he clashed with the other party, his entire body trembled in pain. It was as if his head was being stabbed. This feeling was even more terrifying than physical injuries.
"You do have some ability, pseudo-dragon."
The Primordial Great Demon flapped its huge wings, forming a storm of will that swept Long Chen away, sending him into a daze.
"But it's over. I let that pseudo-dragon slip away last time. Don't even think about slipping away again. This seal of the Demonic Star cannot trap me. If you had taken out the five dragon balls earlier, you would not have died. We have dozens of brothers and sisters who will return to the human realm."