Chapter 127

If you miss such a prodigy, it's almost impossible you'll ever encounter another genius like this again.

Qinglong, too, held certain awareness of this.

Of course, according to history, if Qinglong had continued waiting, he might have eventually met that human ancestor, Tianhuang Fuxi.

Judging by Luo Fu's reasoning.

Normally, in history, Fuxi should have received Qinglong's inheritance, ultimately forging some bond between the human and dragon races.

This should have benefited both sides.

But Luo Fu's appearance has already altered the course of the Primordial World's history.

"If that's the case…"

Qinglong took a deep breath. "Luo Fu, young friend, let me lend you a hand."

As soon as he spoke.

Qinglong's massive body surged with thick dragon energy; a faint crimson glow emanated from his body, slowly coalescing in midair.

A single drop of deep red blood gradually formed.

The blood radiated an ancient, weathered aura.

Those who had lived through the Era of Kalpa Tribulation would sense that this condensed blood carried the essence of the dragon race.

And it wasn't ordinary dragon blood—it was true, primordial pure-blood dragon blood.

The most exalted dragon blood of all.

The earliest dragons were primordial divine beings; unlike later generations, many dragons were born from dragon parents.

Like Zu Long, who, just as the Three Pure Ones emerged from Pangu's Primordial Spirit, was born after Pangu's demise, combining certain celestial treasures and terrestrial essences.

From Luo Fu's perspective.

It's more likely that the Primordial Zu Long was slain by Pangu, and ultimately transformed into Pangu's power.

Precisely because of this.

After Pangu transformed into heaven and earth, so many different lifeforms emerged.

The dragon race, perhaps, was the first primordial lifeform born from the fusion of Primordial Zu Long and Pangu's power.

Zu Long was such, and so too was Qinglong, the supreme dragon warrior.

Remember, the first dragons of the Primordial World were Zu Long, Qinglong, and others like them.

They were the first among dragons to take human form.

What Qinglong now coalesced in midair was his own Qinglong essence blood.

Essence blood differs from ordinary blood.

Ordinary blood can be restored anytime, but once essence blood is lost, recovery becomes extraordinarily difficult.

It may require countless celestial treasures and terrestrial essences to restore damaged essence blood.

A living being possesses much blood, but its essence blood is truly scarce.

As a dragon who had once suffered grievous wounds and nearly been slain, Qinglong possessed exceedingly little essence blood.

Yet now, Qinglong had forced out all of his own essence blood.

When the crimson glow vanished from Qinglong's body, his original massive form suddenly grew insubstantial.

His body seemed ready to dissolve at any moment.

But Qinglong felt no fear or concern—he gazed at the drifting essence blood in midair, his own essence blood.

One could say.

If Qinglong bestowed his essence blood upon a dragon, it would grant that dragon the potential to become a Pre-Sage.

Of course, this was merely potential—whether one could actually become a Pre-Sage remained uncertain.

Yet this alone proved the immense value of his essence blood.

In the Primordial World, if one asked whose essence blood was most precious, it would surely be Pangu's essence blood.

In some novels.

Pangu's essence blood was a treasured substance for body refinement.

In this actual Primordial World, Pangu's essence blood gave birth to the Twelve Ancestral Wushen.

Naturally, Qinglong's essence blood could not compare in value to Pangu's.

But without doubt, Qinglong's essence blood was a precious treasure.

In the Primordial World, no dragon as ancient as Qinglong existed, let alone one whose essence blood could rival his.

Whether any Pre-Sage dragon in the Primordial World could match Qinglong remained an open question.

"Luo Fu, young friend, accept my gift," Qinglong said, his pupils gleaming with satisfaction and a smile as he laughed aloud.

Instantly, the drop of Qinglong essence blood shot toward Luo Fu.

"Hummm…"

Before the Qinglong essence blood touched Luo Fu, an invisible force repelled its power outward.

Though Luo Fu was cultivating, his body still retained instinctive awareness of external threats.

"Luo Fu, young friend, I, Qinglong, cannot live much longer. Now that I give you my essence blood, I believe your achievements will be greater," Qinglong said. "But I hope you will remember: protect the dragon race. Do not let them perish."

As soon as he spoke.

The force blocking Luo Fu vanished instantly; the Qinglong essence blood surged into a crimson mass, engulfing Luo Fu.

Seeing this, Qinglong smiled in satisfaction.

Clearly.

This disciple of the Saint, Luo Fu, had accepted his gift.

That meant he had agreed to Qinglong's condition—to protect the dragon race.

At the same time.

As Luo Fu used the Myriad Spirits Suppressing the Realm array to absorb and cultivate the dragon lineage's inheritance.

He also sensed a thick aura of dragon blood drifting on the surface, and he heard the voice of the Azure Dragon.

The Azure Dragon bestowed his primordial blood upon him.

"Primordial dragon blood?" A thought arose in Luo Fu's mind.

Like the Ancestral Dragon, the Azure Dragon was among the first dragons to be born; he was likely a primordial divine being forged from the Chaos Ancestral Dragon and Pangu's power.

His primordial blood was exceedingly precious.

"Elder Azure Dragon, I, your humble disciple, will surely fulfill your wish."

Luo Fu murmured.

"Myriad Spirits Suppressing the Realm array..."