193: Drawing big pie

The lazy expression on the Howling Moon Heavenly Wolf's face instantly vanished. He bowed slightly, his posture elegant and pious: "Master."

The Amethyst Demonic Tiger's violent and ferocious aura also disappeared without a trace in an instant. He knelt on one knee, his head deeply lowered, his coarse voice carrying an awe that came from his Soul: "Master!"

The Di Shenglong's gaze swept over the two of them, and he nodded slightly, a hint of appreciative smile appearing on his face.

That smile seemed to contain a power that soothed the heart, yet also carried a depth that saw through everything.

"Howling Moon Heavenly Wolf, Amethyst Demonic Tiger," the Di Shenglong's voice was calm.

"On this trip, you have done well. It was clean and efficient, without causing unnecessary ripples. You have preserved the lives of the Eastern Desolation and added another helper to the Di Clan. You have worked hard."

The simple praise caused the moonlight in the Howling Moon Heavenly Wolf's eyes to brighten slightly, and the Amethyst Demonic Tiger's tense muscles also relaxed a bit.

To receive the affirmation of this supreme Master was, for them, supreme glory and motivation.

"Sharing Master's burdens is our duty," the Howling Moon Heavenly Wolf responded respectfully.

"This fellow is fierce and stubborn, but can still be of use," the Amethyst Demonic Tiger added in a muffled voice.

The Di Shenglong's gaze finally fell upon the Demon Dragon Fen Yu, who was trembling violently at the foot of the steps because of his appearance, almost prostrating on the ground.

At the moment the Di Shenglong's Dharma Body appeared, Hellfire Burn felt as if he had been cast into the deepest depths of the endless Void Realm!

That aura, as vast as a sea of stars and as deep as Chaos, carried an absolute suppression originating from the level of life and the Soul Origin, causing the pride within his body that came from the Saint Realm Dragon Clan to melt away instantly like Ice Snow under the scorching sun.

His dragon Soul was screaming frantically, and every single dragon scale was trembling uncontrollably!

He had never felt such a terrifying existence!

He had already personally experienced the strength of the Howling Moon Heavenly Wolf and the Amethyst Demonic Tiger.

But the aura of this existence before him made even his fear almost come to a standstill, leaving only a sense of humility and insignificance, like an ant looking up at the firmament or a speck of dust facing a sea of stars!

The demonic essence, Dragon Might, and Saint Realm Law within his body all completely solidified and fell silent under this gaze, unable to produce even the slightest thought of resistance.

"Hellfire... Hellfire Burn... greets... Master!" His massive head was pressed tightly against the cold Star Stone floor, his voice hoarse and distorted due to extreme fear, coming out in intermittent gasps.

His massive dragon body shook like a sieve, causing even the wounds that had just healed to split open again, seeping dark golden blood.

The Di Shenglong's gaze was calm and rippleless, as if he were inspecting an object. That gaze pierced through his hideous exterior and shattered scales, reaching the deepest part of his Bloodline.

After a moment, the Di Shenglong spoke, his voice still calm, yet it exploded like a thunderclap in the depths of Hellfire Burn's Soul:

"The Bloodline is mixed, and the malevolence is deep. Though you have the shape of a Dragon, your core is mixed with too much Earth Fire Yin Fiend and Netherworld Malice. Hellfire Burn... you are not a True Dragon."

"What?!" Hellfire Burn suddenly raised his head, his dark golden vertical pupils shrinking to the size of pinpricks due to extreme shock and... a panic of having his deepest secret exposed!

He stared fixedly at the Di Shenglong, his massive dragon mouth slightly ajar, seemingly wanting to refute, to roar, to deny this cruel truth that overturned his thousand years of cognition!

He was the Hellfire Burn Demon Dragon! He possessed power that could destroy heaven and earth! How could he be a... fake Dragon?!

However, the Di Shenglong's calm and all-seeing gaze caused all the roars surging to his throat to turn into silent whimpers.

That Yin Fiend Qi within his body, which had long since merged into his Origin, now seemed to have nowhere to hide under the Di Shenglong's gaze, faintly becoming restless.

A blurred fragment he had deliberately forgotten and buried deep in the corner of his Bloodline memories—about a black flood dragon snake struggling to survive in the gap between lava veins and Netherworld fissures, swallowing countless Yin Fiend grudges to undergo transformation—suddenly flashed through his mind! Could it be... could it be...?!

A sense of immense humiliation instantly wrapped around his heart like poisonous vines, ten thousand times worse than when his dragon claw was crushed by a palm from the Howling Moon Heavenly Wolf and he was smashed into the ground!

The Dragon Clan identity he took pride in was actually fake?! He was just a... mutated mongrel?!

"No... impossible! I am... a Saint Realm Demon Dragon!" Hellfire Burn's voice was hoarse and desperate, carrying a final sliver of struggling madness, the dark golden flames in his dragon eyes flickering violently, almost bursting out.

"Hmph!" The Amethyst Demonic Tiger gave a cold snort that was like a heavy hammer smashing into Hellfire Burn's heart. That overbearing Vicious Beast pressure intensified again, causing the head he had just raised to smash back heavily onto the ground, splashing a few sparks.

The Howling Moon Heavenly Wolf crossed his arms, a playful cold smile on his lips and eyes full of mockery, as if watching a farce whose ending was already known.

The Di Shenglong did not get angry because of Hellfire Burn's loss of composure and questioning. His voice was still as clear and certain as if explaining the ultimate truths of heaven and earth, carrying an unquestionable authority:

"Your Origin is a 'Mystic Nether Yin Fiend Flood Dragon' born at the intersection of Earth Fire lava and Netherworld fissures. By a stroke of Opportunity, you swallowed a fragment of a True Dragon Soul, merged with a massive amount of Earth Fire essence and Netherworld Malice, and forced a transformation, taking the form of a Demon Dragon and seizing Saint Realm power."

"However, the flood dragon snake Foundation remains unchanged. The Dragon Soul fragments are mixed and difficult to fuse, and the Netherworld Malice has penetrated deep into your marrow. Therefore, your malevolence reaches the skies, your Foundation is unstable, and the Saint Realm is already your limit. Without external help, you will never have the chance to transform into a Dragon and ascend to the heavens."

Every word was like a cold carving knife, precisely gouging out the most fragile part of Hellfire Burn's Soul, stripping away that self-deceiving "Demon Dragon" shell until it was dripping with blood!

Mystic Nether Yin Fiend Flood Dragon... swallowing Dragon Soul fragments... forced transformation... malevolence reaching the skies... unstable Foundation... never having the chance to transform into a Dragon and ascend to the heavens... the cruel truth was like a cold tide, completely drowning him.

His massive dragon body twitched violently. In his dark golden dragon eyes, that last sliver of madness and pride was completely extinguished, leaving only boundless despair and... dead silence.

During his thousand-year imprisonment, he could still maintain himself with his Dragon Clan identity, harboring the obsession of escaping and taking revenge.

But now, even this final identity had been ruthlessly stripped away. What was the meaning of his existence?

An unstable Foundation, a mongrel monster that would never become a true member of the Dragon Clan?

The immense humiliation and despair almost tore his dragon Soul apart.

He lay prostrate on the ground, a low, wailing whimper coming from his throat. His broken dragon claws unconsciously scratched at the hard ground, leaving deep furrows.

Dark golden dragon tears, mixed with blood and filth, dripped in large droplets onto the stone slabs, making a "hissing" corrosive sound.

The City Lord's Manor was deathly silent, with only the irrepressible, desperate wailing of the Demon Dragon Fen Yu echoing.

The mockery in the Howling Moon Heavenly Wolf's eyes faded, turning into a sliver of indifference.

The Amethyst Demonic Tiger remained expressionless, as if what was before him was just a stubborn stone.

The Di Shenglong quietly watched the collapsing Demon Dragon below, his face showing neither sorrow nor joy. Only when that desperate wailing gradually weakened, leaving only heavy and desperate panting, did he speak again.

"However, the Great Dao has fifty, Heaven's Evolution is forty-nine, and one escapes. All things have a sliver of hope for survival."

Hellfire Burn's massive body jolted!

In those deathly vertical pupils, a faint flame of hope, like a candle in the wind, suddenly ignited!

He with difficulty raised his blood-stained head and looked toward the figure on the jade steps that was like a deity.

The Di Shenglong's gaze was as deep as an abyss, as if it could see through ancient times and all possibilities:

"Your 'Opportunity' lies within the Di Clan."