Holy Dragon Heaven.

Qin Luo walked through the mountains and forests filled with exotic flowers and rare herbs. Sometimes he stood in the valley looking at the waterfall, and sometimes he stood on the mountaintop gazing into the distance. His figure kept changing and appeared far away in the blink of an eye. Zhong Quan almost couldn't keep up with him.

There is more spiritual matter here than in the secular world. Many ferocious beasts lurk in the mountains and forests, but at this moment it is unusually quiet. They did not notice Qin Luo, but they could feel the dragon aura emanating from Zhong Quan, which was a suppression from the bloodline.

Qin Luo stood on the mountaintop, looking down at the foot of the mountain where there was a small village of a dozen or so households.

The able-bodied men in the village were all burly and strong, and the children were all full of energy. They wore clothes made of animal skins and even had faint dragon blood in their veins.

A sacrificial ceremony was being held in the village, with sheep and cattle being slaughtered. The white-haired village chief led his people to kneel at the village entrance, kowtowing towards the distance and chanting prayers for the protection of the holy dragon.

Qin Luo noticed the faint golden mist, the incense smoke and its aura flying towards the direction where they were kneeling in worship. He murmured softly, "Is the legendary Holy Dragon still alive?"

Zhong Quan lowered his head, not daring to look at Qin Luo, and answered truthfully, "This old servant has heard that the Holy Dragon is still alive, but if the Holy Dragon is still alive, how could we be inferior to others?"

Legend has it that the Holy Dragon is the most powerful dragon race in the world, a powerful being capable of contending with the Heavenly Dao. Of course, this is what Qin Luo saw in Zhong Quan's sea of ​​consciousness, and it may not be true.

Qin Luo followed the wisp of golden mist toward the distance, wanting to investigate further. Zhong Quan quickly reminded him, "Master, this is not the direction to the Immortal Realm Ferry."

"I know."

Qin Luo remained calm.

Soon after, Qin Luo arrived near a mountain forest shrouded in dark clouds, with golden lightning flashing within the clouds.

Qin Luo noticed that countless wisps of golden mist disappeared into the depths of the dark clouds throughout the entire Holy Dragon Heaven.

"Senior, it's all my fault!"

Zhong Quan knelt on the ground, trembling all over. He knew that Qin Luo was not simple and was afraid of causing trouble for the dragon clan, so when he was being manipulated, he did not dare to mention the other dragons.

"I just came to take a look."

Qin Luo's voice was very soft.

"Young friend, please come in!"

A hoarse voice came from the depths of the dark clouds.

"It is the Ancestor."

Zhong Quan's eyes were filled with awe.

Qin Luo walked deeper into the dark clouds. There were terrifying restrictions around him, but they could not stop him.

Deep within the sea of ​​thunder in the dark clouds, an old dragon, with only half its body remaining, lay on a desolate hill. Its silvery whiskers fluttered in the wind, and its turbid eyes were filled with desolation. Few of its golden dragon scales remained, and many were still broken. Its remaining body was corroded by various rules, covered in wounds, and looked very pitiful.

Qin Luo cupped his hands in a respectful bow and said softly, "Senior, I saw a lot of golden mist gathering here, so I came here to take a look. Please forgive me if I have disturbed you."

The crippled old dragon squinted, and for a moment, the entire Holy Dragon Heaven seemed to fall silent. "Young friend, did you come here to seize the last remaining fortune of our dragon race?"

Qin Luo shook his head, his expression serious, and said, "I don't want the luck; I just want to know who is absorbing it."

The old dragon stared at Qin Luo, as if it could see through everything. After an unknown amount of time, it slowly spoke, "I believe you did not come for the fortune. You are different from the Five Emperors. They had vigor, ambition, and lofty aspirations, while you are like me, listless and lethargic. What use is this fortune to you?"

Qin Luo couldn't help but chuckle, "You're right, senior."

"Young friend, do you know about the Holy Dragon?"

"Knowing very little."

The old dragon said in a deep voice, "The rise of the human race is not accidental. It is all thanks to the Holy Dragon. In the beginning of chaos, the fortune between heaven and earth was transformed into a dragon, which is the Holy Dragon. Later, for some unknown reason, the Holy Dragon chose to merge with the human race."

"As the human race spread, these fortunes were scattered to various places. The human race with the fortune of the Holy Dragon began to rise. The first human emperor was the first to discover the secret of fortune. He forged the Nine Cauldrons and obtained the fortune of incense offerings from various places. The fortune of incense offerings absorbed by those gods actually came from the Holy Dragon."

Qin Luo didn't know if what the old dragon said was true or false, but he was sent to this world by the Golden Dragon of Fortune. Perhaps the Holy Dragon really was a manifestation of the fortune of heaven and earth. "Senior, why did the fortune of worshipping the Holy Dragon come here?"

The old dragon opened its mouth and spat out a golden dragon pearl, which instantly shone with golden light, like a great sun.

The Dragon Ball is only the size of a fingernail, much smaller than Linglong's Dragon Ball, but the fortune it contains far exceeds that of Linglong's Dragon Ball. "This is a Dragon Ball left by the Holy Dragon to the Dragon Clan, also called the Holy Ball. It can absorb the fortune of those who worship the Holy Dragon. I have survived to this day thanks to the Holy Ball."

"I see."

Qin Luo said softly.

This sacred pearl is a supreme treasure of heaven and earth, coveted even by ancient immortal powerhouses and forbidden beings, yet Qin Luo remained unmoved upon seeing it.

The old dragon spat out the dragon pearl, wanting to know how Qin Luo would react. Seeing Qin Luo's reaction, a glimmer of light appeared in its eyes. "Many years ago, I allied with the Yellow Emperor and paved the way for them. In the end, the Yellow Emperor disappeared after attacking the Heavenly Court, and our dragon clan did not receive the Upper Three Heavens that the Yellow Emperor promised. At that time, I was very disappointed in the human race. Young friend, you are different from them. This should be the last choice I make in this life. I want to cooperate with you. What do you think?"

"If you want me to lead the Dragon Clan to conquer the heavens, that might not be possible. But if it's about making friends, that's no problem at all. The more friends the better," Qin Luo said with a smile.

The old dragon said with self-deprecation, "Back then, I also had the idea of ​​leading the dragon clan to dominate all the heavens, but that idea was lost long ago when I was torn in two by the Dao Ancestor. Later, after the Dao Ancestor was gone, I dared to follow the Yellow Emperor to ascend to heaven. I fought countless battles throughout my life, but in the end, I did not get a good result. I only hope that you, young friend, can lend a helping hand when the dragon clan is in trouble in the future. If you need help, we will do our best to help."

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