Chapter 133

But now, in the Primordial World, the dragon clan's glory had long passed; why should the Azure Dragon dwell on such matters?

The dragon clan had long lost the right to feel shame.

"Senior Azure Dragon." Luo Fu slowly opened his eyes, a faint white divine light flickering within, as if great Dao inscriptions danced inside.

In one year, Luo Fu had fully comprehended all the dragon clan's heritage he could accept, even integrating it with the array he had created—the Myriad Spirits Suppressing the Realm Array.

Meanwhile.

During this year, Luo Fu also used dragon blood and divine abilities to refine his flesh once more.

Previously, when Luo Fu broke through from the Profound Immortal layer to the Jin Xian layer, he forged his own sword body using the heavenly thunder tribulation.

That was the sword knowledge he inherited from Saint Tongtian, ultimately transformed into a divine art to shape his own physical form.

Even then, Luo Fu's flesh was no ordinary Jin Xian body.

An ordinary Jin Xian body, though stronger than the flesh of beings from previous realms, was still relative to what kind of being it was compared to.

If facing the demon race or the witch race—even if the human was a Jin Xian-level powerhouse—

Purely in terms of flesh, it might still not match the flesh of an opponent merely at the Profound Immortal level.

This was the gap in flesh layers among lifeforms.

But this primarily involved bloodline; altering a lifeform's bloodline, especially that of a top-tier lifeform, was extraordinarily difficult.

Not to mention that once one reached a certain strength, no one would ever attempt it.

Changing one's bloodline meant overturning nearly all one's past accumulations.

No one could bear such a result.

Thus, altering bloodline was a difficult path.

Just as the witch race's flesh, even in today's Primordial World, ranked among the highest—but no one wished to replace their own bloodline with that of the witches.

On one hand, the witch race had the Ancestral Witches—top-tier pseudo-Saints of the Primordial World, not one or two, but twelve.

Such supreme power could sweep the entire Primordial World.

Only the demon race, which gathered most of the Primordial World's primordial divine beings, could rival the witch race at all.

On the other hand, altering a lifeform's bloodline was never easy.

Not to mention that the more top-tier the bloodline, the harder it was to change.

If a lifeform wished to transform into ordinary dragon bloodline, that was simple; but to transform into bloodline as potent as the Azure Dragon or the Ancestral Dragon—

It was nearly impossible.

And what Luo Fu did—making the Azure Dragon bloodline even more terrifying—was unprecedented.

During this year,

Luo Fu, using his own created Primordial Dragon Spirit and combining it with the inherited dragon divine abilities, achieved another astonishing success in refining his already astonishing sword body.

One could say, Luo Fu spent this year mostly on cultivation and refining his flesh.

If he had merely sought comprehension, Luo Fu would not have needed so much time.

After all,

When Luo Fu received the Dao knowledge transmission from Saint Tongtian, it had taken him only one year.

Though this was aided by the Saint's teachings.

But even the inheritance of an Ancestral Dragon's Dao knowledge would not surpass the level of a Saint's.

Precisely because of this,

In one year, Luo Fu's flesh, already comparable to a Jin Xian's, reached near the peak of the Jin Xian layer through the purification of dragon blood and the forging of divine abilities.

This was pure physical body layer attainment.

One could say, even the Ancestral Witches of the Jin Xian layer likely could not match Luo Fu's current flesh.

This was naturally the result of Luo Fu's own cultivation.

Legend spoke of a technique in the Primordial World: the Ninefold Profound Art.

The Ninefold Profound Art, when pushed to its extreme, could achieve Ninefold Ascension to Sainthood.

Yet no one had ever achieved Ninefold Ascension to Sainthood.

Even the Saints themselves had not.

It was not that reaching the Hunyuan Da Luo level could elevate the Ninefold Profound Art's cultivation base.

Each transformation of the Ninefold Profound Art required profound insight into the path of the flesh, reaching a certain realm.

Simultaneously, each breakthrough required corresponding celestial treasures and earthly essences.

In the early transformations, such celestial treasures and earthly essences could still be found in the Primordial World.

But for the later transformations of the Ninefold Profound Art, even the Saints struggled to find the required treasures.

Or rather, the Primordial World alone could not provide such celestial treasures and earthly essences.

Precisely because of this,

No one cultivated the Ninefold Profound Art; even those who did, only practiced the first few transformations.

Though the early transformations brought astonishing growth to the flesh, against absolute power, a strong body meant little.

For example, if you had a Profound Immortal-level flesh, a Jin Xian could easily crush you.

So who would waste time on this?

Saint Tongtian and several other Saints understood this, which was why they did not let their disciples cultivate such a technique.

Even Yang Jian's Eight-Nine Profound Art, which was derived from the Ninefold Profound Art,

Had been modified by Master Yuanshi to make the technique far easier.

Luo Fu forged his flesh into its current Jin Xian peak level through the sword inheritance and the current dragon clan heritage.

This also illustrates.

Purely forging the physical body for cultivation does indeed cost far more resources than ordinary cultivation.

Setting that aside for now.

Qing Long looked at Luo Fu, who was emanating a faint dragon-clan aura, and consoled him, "Luo Fu, not succeeding is nothing—at least you succeeded before."

"I didn't fail." A smile tugged at the corner of Luo Fu's mouth. "Qing Long, Senior, I did not fail."

"Ah…" Qing Long was stunned for a moment. "But your aura—"

Anyone with eyes could see how faint the dragon-clan aura on Luo Fu's body was; it could not be compared to that thick dragon-bloodline power from before.

So in Qing Long's heart, perhaps Luo Fu had exhausted his essence blood and ultimately failed the trial.

Naturally, Qing Long saw nothing to regret about this.

Even though Luo Fu had not succeeded, the display of his aptitude was already extremely terrifying.

He was probably no less than the Ancestral Dragon of the past, perhaps even more outstanding.

When the Ancestral Dragon received this kind of inheritance back then, he was a true dragon, possessing the dragon bloodline.

But Luo Fu was merely a member of the human race; the dragon bloodline he possessed was nothing more than his, Qing Long's, essence blood.

Compared with the Ancestral Dragon, the difference was as vast as heaven and earth.

Under such circumstances, Luo Fu still being able to open an inheritance trial at the Dragon Pearl level was almost an inconceivable feat.

"Aura—you mean this?" Luo Fu chuckled softly, and the aura on his body suddenly underwent another earth-shaking change.

That thick, supreme bloodline aura gave even Qing Long a sense of suffocation.

If Qing Long's condition were still that of a Quasi-Saint, naturally there would not be much change.

But right now, Qing Long was only a heavily wounded Quasi-Saint, not to mention that he had just transformed his remaining power into essence blood and given it to Luo Fu.

Ancestral Dragon.

That was the aura of an Ancestral Dragon.

At this moment, Qing Long was absolutely certain.

The aura emanating from Luo Fu was indeed that of an Ancestral Dragon.

"Luo Fu, my young friend, thank you, thank you so very much." Qing Long said excitedly, "With this, even if I die, I will die a worthwhile death, with no regrets."

"Senior Qing Long, any achievement Luo Fu has is thanks to you, Senior, it's just that Senior…" Luo Fu bowed respectfully.

This round of dragon-clan inheritance had indeed made Luo Fu's foundation increasingly solid.

Moreover, Luo Fu could also tell that Qing Long did not have long to live.

"Haha, it's nothing…" Qing Long waved his hand. "Originally I was only being kept alive by a Saint; true recovery was impossible—at most it could only delay my life."

"I have been waiting, waiting for that person fated by destiny to appear."

"And now, you are that person fated by destiny."

"It's just the dragon clan—I'm leaving it to you, young friend Luo Fu."