Destiny is ashes

Chapter 1012 The Oldest Frankenstein's Monster in History (23)

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The edge of the Gobi Desert.

Having left the Gobi Desert, An Jing and the others were making their way towards Haomiao Lake at a leisurely pace.

The roc originally wanted to fly, but now it had to land and walk like a chicken, duck, or goose, rising and falling, which looked quite interesting.

The only thing that could force even the Golden-Winged Roc to walk was An Jing's idea.

He said he needed to think more, to understand and digest the profound principles he had come to know, and then he began his walking journey.

Seeing that An Jing didn't seem to have any intention of challenging the other ancestral spirits immediately, Jin Yanhua asked curiously, "An Jing, shouldn't we go and get a few more True Talismans in advance? Those things should be very helpful for our next move."

An Jing shook his head and said calmly, "I already had those things."

“That makes sense.” Jin Yanhua was taken aback at first, then nodded in realization and stopped asking questions: “You are also a chosen one. Chosen ones are born with the power of the seven luminaries, but by defeating the ancestral spirit, they can skip the process of self-comprehension.”

She changed the subject, looking An Jing up and down with great interest: "Speaking of which, you can transform into a dragon now?"

“Yes.” An Jing nodded in acknowledgment: “My Taibai Battle Armor is now entirely a part of my supernatural powers and also a part of my Transformation Technique. I can transform into a dragon at any time if I wish. However, its essence is still the Heavenly Mystery Battle Armor of the Ascension Path.”

"That's for the best." Jin Yanhua said with a very satisfied expression.

On this point, she was remarkably in agreement with Night Soul True Lord.

She didn't believe that being a dragon inherently possessed any special advantages. While it might have its advantages, if so, why wasn't the dragon race the sole ruler of Huai Xu today?
In Jin Yanhua's view, a true strongman should regard the dragon as part of his power, a powerful form that he can switch at will, rather than defining his main body entirely as a dragon.

Although An Jing can now transform into a dragon, the dragon is merely a 'form' of his power, not his nature or destiny.

Dragons can transform in countless ways, sometimes large, sometimes small, sometimes visible, sometimes hidden... Only such a dragon is a true dragon!

"Although I think this is indeed An Jing's style."

You Ruhui, who was standing to the side, was somewhat puzzled: "But according to this logic, wouldn't 'dragon' become a kind of... fusion material?"

"Isn't the dragon just 'fusion'?" Jin Yanhua retorted confidently. Having spent a lot of time with An Jing, she couldn't help but start using puns. She put forward a groundbreaking theory: "Look at the dragon, it has dragon horns and a crocodile mouth, snake scales and eagle claws, a fish tail and a lion's mane. It has so many different elements, it is definitely the first ancient Frankenstein's monster!"

"When it comes to stitching, I think Zhuzhou is the real newcomer!"

“Even our ancestor, the great Ancestral Dragon Saint, was a fusion monster; his true form could also be a tree!”

"So in my opinion, everyone can be a dragon, and everyone is also a human being. This is the true meaning of 'everyone is a dragon'!"

"Ah, this..." You Ruhui was stunned. She didn't expect that this was Jin Yanhua's true thought. No wonder she opposed her brother Jin Qixu's "Everyone is a Dragon" plan... These are two completely opposite extremes!

"Is everyone like that, like a dragon?" On the other side, Su Xinbai listened to these words, seemingly lost in thought.

Because Jin Yanhua and Jin Qixu rarely sit down and talk calmly to exchange their thoughts and goals, she didn't know Jin Yanhua's true thoughts. She only felt that this fourth young lady was always going against her master for various childish reasons.

But actually... is that what she was thinking?

"Perhaps... the master will take this suggestion to heart."

She nodded slightly, a strange light flashing in her eyes.

At this moment, An Jing simply walked forward calmly.

Within the inner grotto-heaven, the world that had just absorbed the vast earth elemental energy and the Zhenxing True Talisman was undergoing a tremendous evolution.

Little Enterprise. The newly born Candlelight. The 'Third Generation Born from Nothingness' appointed by the Heavenly Dao of Emptiness... the core that triggered the mutation of the Ancestral Dragon Scales is curiously running across the newly born black soil and hills.

Sometimes He leaps onto newly formed hills, sometimes He treads across babbling brooks, feeling the ever-changing world, the pulse of this world 'coming from nothing'.

Dragons, humans, true spirits, ancestral dragons… Most of the beings who came to the Scale Realm pondered these grand questions concerning inheritance, power, and origin. Even Little Enterprise seemed to have come to inherit some legacy from the ancestral dragon. Perhaps this was the guidance of the Heavenly Dao, or perhaps it was a continuation of some cause and effect, but in short, their ultimate goal was all directed towards that mountain, that scale.

Ancestral Dragon Scale.

However, in reality, Anjing doesn't need these things.

He was walking on the road to Zushan. Forests, deserts, rivers, swamps... He seemed to be walking slowly, each step unhurried, but the scenery around him was rushing past. In reality, he was covering miles in an instant, moving at an unimaginable speed.

This was just him taking a walk and thinking.

On the road, An Jing occasionally encounters some prodigies from other sects.

These cultivators who have made it this far are all exceptional individuals. Most of them have just experienced a fierce battle, slaying some strange beasts affected by the demonic energy of the Blood Sea; others are in groups of three or five, competing and betting against each other for a treasure they just obtained in the Zhaolin Realm.

But no matter what they were doing, they all stopped what they were doing when An Jing's calm figure walked towards them from afar.

All eyes were drawn to that figure.

—That was destiny, Anjing! The powerful figure who was the first to slay the ancestral spirit!
In an instant, countless complex thoughts surged in the minds of these martial artists.

Some chose to observe from afar, unwilling to approach, simply to witness this legendary chosen one with their own eyes. Others, after a brief hesitation, mustered their courage and headed towards An Jing's direction.

They wanted to come and say hello, to make a good connection. Some of them were extremely confident in their abilities, and even harbored a secret desire.

—Yes, a challenge to Anjing!

—Challenge him! Challenge fate!
That's destiny, it's the [Natural Master] An Jing! Even if you lose to him without any suspense, it will still be an experience that benefits you greatly.

Moreover, being able to fight such a legendary figure, regardless of victory or defeat, would be something to boast about once word got out.

"I once fought against the naturalist An Jing!"

Perhaps this is what they, and even their sect, will boast about for the next hundred, thousand, or even ten thousand years.

Losing to such a figure would not be considered a failure; on the contrary, it would be a testament to the challenger's courage and strength, who is even qualified to challenge him.

Filled with such anticipation and excitement, they quickened their pace.

but……

They soon discovered that most people couldn't even get close to Anjing.

"what?!"

A master with movements as swift as the wind, riding a swift sword light, wanted to get close to An Jing, but he had to at least make out his figure.

He came from the [Shanghuang Wuying Sword Sect], a sword sect known for its swift swordsmanship, which was described as being as fast as light and invisible. Confident in his swordsmanship, he was the first to rush forward.

However, when his sword light rushed into the area within a thousand feet of An Jing, he felt as if he had crashed into an invisible wall, or as if he had instantly sunk into a bottomless quagmire.

Time seems to slow down and become viscous here.

His sword struggled, his magic suffocated.

His pace, his speed of progress, was slowed down infinitely.

Even with all his might, he could only watch helplessly as An Jing's seemingly leisurely figure walked past him step by step, and then gradually disappeared into the distance.

"How can it be……"

The swordsman, having exhausted all his strength, could only fall helplessly from the sword light, kneeling humiliatingly on the ground. Even this kneeling motion was halted by the slowing flow of time.

(End of this chapter)