I Can Reap Qi Fortune from Players-Chapter 642 - 129: Eruption

However, the Dragon Race's heritage is truly terrifying. These Self-Transformation Dragons before us have lived for hundreds of thousands of years without dying; the oldest one has even lived over three million years.

Exaggerated indeed.

While there aren't nearly as many living Saints in the Human Race, just a few per era.

This is because the Human Race loves internal conflict too much.

The thinking of the Human Race is simple: why build heritage? Just kill them, bury them, turn them into ancestral graves, and they'll naturally become new heritage!

Even for the pinnacle Saints of an era, the chances of becoming Ghosts are low, but they simply die too often.

The Dragon Race reproduces and iterates slowly, and they fear death, for it would shake their very foundations.

As for the Human Race?

They're like wild grass, dying in batches only to grow anew.

Moreover, each peak-level Saint of the Human Race means one more person to divide the cake.

This leads to generations of the Human Race never flinching.

A Saint living past three hundred thousand years would be considered long-lived; once they're past their golden age, falling behind in versions, they're beaten to death by the new generation of Saints on the beach.

Refer to the details of the young Xin Xichen, who beat the old generations of Saints in the family to death, despising them for consuming too many resources while also burning them to absorb knowledge and creating Immortal Path Cultivation Techniques.

Some radical, young generation Saints even fought each other fanatically, leaving only one Saint remaining in an era, to become the Emperor of the Nine-State, while the others become ancestral graves—how is that not splendid? 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Thus, through intense internal conflict, the civilization of the Human Race exploded rapidly.

And even if the living Saints died out, the Dragon Race dared not attack, fearing the ancestral graves in their Chronicles of Time.

The cultural style of both sides led to the situation where the Dragon Race did not engage in internal conflict, maintaining full nine living Dragon Emperors, or... over the recent several million years, nine consecutive generations of Dragon Emperors ascending the throne without dying.

"I mean no harm."

After a sneak attack, Ning Zheng saw the true nine successive Dragon Emperors lining up and put away his fists, beginning to reason:

"Gentlemen, I have not killed these Embers; each is only on the verge of death, with a measure left. They don't need resurrection, just some recuperation!"

"So, you're just giving us a warning?" The leading Nine-headed Dragon Emperor sneered, though the other wasn't killed. There was indeed courtesy shown to them, a measure was left.

Otherwise, the higher level the Embers, the longer the revival cycle, requiring copious resources for revival.

Judging from this, it's clear that this Human Race Xirong Saint, even when fighting, cares about etiquette.

Look at that group from the Bone Demon Sect?

They commit evil deeds to the fullest!

Leaving no measure, wearing Dragon hides, climbing Dragon ladders, sitting on Thrones, even slandering them with poisoning and polluting seawater!

No understanding of human relations, when compared, the difference is stark.

"Hehe, you have a semblance of a conscience."

The Nine-headed Dragon Emperor let out a cold snort, "But don't think I don't know what you're doing. You're merely a Xirong Sect Leader in One Heart Realm, not killing them, but hunting them to gather bubbles, increasing combat power to confront us."

"Who makes the senior generations so strong, standing at the pinnacle of the Nine-State?" Ning Zheng chuckled.

"Speak, what do you have in mind?" The Nine-headed Dragon Emperor's words made Ning Zheng realize he was intimidated.

Since he's already launched an attack, with the Dragon Race's pride, why would he ask what Ning Zheng has in mind?

Clearly wanting to drive him away quickly, fearing there's truly something unseen deep within the tomb.

Ning Zheng said, "I came this time intending to query some historical information at the Dragon Tomb."

"Good! Good! Good!"

"Good Xirong! Are you really here seeking death? Provoking a war between us Human and Dragon Races, letting the Pseudo-human profit?"

The leading Nine-headed Dragon Emperor suddenly laughed in anger, "I see, you Xirong Divine Craftsman, are a traitor of the Human Race! Surely colluding wretchedly with the Pseudo-human, a Pseudo-human spy?!"

Ning Zheng shook his head slowly, "Now, with the outbreak of the Pseudo-human Calamity, we Human Race have come to seek the origin of the Pseudo-human, with no intention of war."

Hahahaha!!!

The Nine-headed Dragon Emperor finally laughed, that smile carrying cruelty, stark murderous intent, "Just like before, invading the Dragon Tomb, questioning our ancestors, what's the background of the Human God?"

"At that time, our ancestors clearly intended to reveal, yet feared our ancestors might lie, insisted on burning them to verify the truth?"

"Now, we fear whether we tell you the truth, you'll also burn us to confirm?"

He dragon coiled around, slightly contracting, like a serpent ready to strike,

"Then come, let's fight, little insect."

"Immortal Spirit Root... isn't enough for a brat who hasn't even surpassed Self-Transformation to be arrogant!!"

Only to see his body shoot out fiercely, the Nine-headed Giant Dragon roared violently, the entire air seemed to explode, gusts of wind blasted in all directions.

Bang!

Ning Zheng felt like he was violently struck by a massive continental plate.

His entire being was slammed and flew outward, akin to a meteor crashing out of the tomb, smashing a blank path amidst the vast Dragon Palace architecture.

And in the distance, a group of figures had just arrived.

It was those who chased here, bearing the Giant Shell Elder of the Bone Demon Sect, even the rebels from great Holy Lands, all staring slack-jawed at the scene.

"Was that Xirong... Manor Master who was sent flying?"

"He has One Heart Realm, how did he end up fighting with the Nine-State pinnacle existence of Self-Transformation Realm?"

"How fierce?"

With the battlefield shifting, even the ark of the Human Race arrived in succession, looking at the scene of the East Sea Dragon Palace, all wide-eyed and speechless.

Earlier, everyone speculated.

A hundred years ago, after digging ancestral graves, the Dragon Race and Xirong have become dead enemies, Xirong again making big moves five days ago, seemingly having intentions toward the Sea Race.

Yet no one expected, Xirong faction was that ambitious!

Before, digging the Dragon Race ancestral grave in their Chronicles of Time was already shocking, but at least it was an isolated grave in the depths of the Human Race imperial city.

Now, they directly perform old tricks, coming to the East Sea, digging the Dragon Race's ancestral grave?

It's the core grand tomb!

It is the true super tomb of the Dragon Race throughout the ages, incomparable to that ancient isolated grave.

"What's happening?" Giant Shell Elder was incredibly surprised, "No wonder they came back, turns out it's Xirong! Here attacking the Sea Race? Dug the ancestral grave, no wonder they got beaten!"

"Should we help the Dragon Race?" An elder of the Sea Race resembling coral said, heavy in tone, "After all, with our Sea Race fighting internally, them intervening, it's a breach of protocol, a slap to our face."

A silver octopus burst out laughing, "How can it be a breach of protocol? Xirong represents not the Human Race, it's a personal grudge, the world knows, Xirong and the Dragon Race are dead enemies, Dragon Race have been searching for their location for years, using various Immortal Artifacts to investigate."

Other Sea Race Holy Lands did not speak, evidently approving this approach.

Anyway, if the Dragon Race suffers losses, they'd be happy to see another wave of weakening in Dragon Race's strength.

Moreover, they never expected, Dragon Race's heritage is that strong, with a full nine living Dragon Emperors.

Among them, one has lived millions of years, the Nine-headed old Dragon, appearing capable of nearly suppressing everyone's Self-Transformation Realm patriarch on the site, and beating to death.

Truly deserving of the Dragon Race.

Ignoring the other eight Dragon Emperors, the leader Nine-headed Dragon is comparable to nine same tier DRAGONS, ninefold strength, who can stand against that??

Presumably, it must be a powerful offshoot of the Dragon Race.

At this moment.

On the Bone Demon Sect side, Blacksmiths watched in shock.

No one expected the Bone Demon Race's coronation day to trigger so much turbulence, halfway through directly moving from the battlefield to the Dragon Palace.

But Detective Yan Shuangying is no simpleton?

He yelled loud enough for all to hear, "Emperor! That Dragon Race, those who commit unrighteous deeds, surely meet destruction! Even the Human Race's number one, Xirong, came to trouble them!"

"And we, on our very first day of coronation, occupied the Dragon Palace, directly relocated the capital!"

"After defeating the Dragon Race, the Dragon Palace will be our Imperial Palace!"

"This is the inevitable Celestial Destiny!!"

The Dragon Race rushing back from afar heard this, directly enraged once again.

They've realized, the Bone Demon Race had no particular combat power, just relying on their mouths to disgust people.

Beside them, the Giant Shell Elder increasingly felt this Bone Demon was handy, just liking to see the furious visage of the Dragon Race.

"Such boldness!! You really think you can topple our Dragon Race?" An irascible Dragon Race member couldn't restrain anymore, roared furiously, engaging again with the Giant Shell Elder and others.