Follow the path of Dao from infancy-Chapter 941 - 190: The Formation of the Final Meridian, Master of the Stars (Guaranteed)_2

Chapter 941 -190: The Formation of the Final Meridian, Master of the Stars (Guaranteed)_2

Ying Xiaoxiao’s eyes flickered slightly. She turned her head away and said, “I didn’t mention it.”

“Why didn’t you mention it?” Ying Qingshuang’s expression changed slightly, with a trace of anger.

“I’ve only met him a few times. With such a proposal, he wouldn’t care,”

Ying Xiaoxiao replied.

“But you bear the burden of the Divine Clan. This is a matter of strategic interest. Surely, you must understand that,”

Ying Qingshuang said angrily.

Ying Xiaoxiao bit her lip slightly. Precisely because it was a matter of interest, she had resisted. She didn’t want to offer herself as a bargaining chip, nor did she want to face rejection. She understood that young man’s heart—

Even the Extreme Divine Realm couldn’t sway him. Adding another bargaining chip might not tip the balance either.

It would instead cheapen her in his eyes, something she did not want to do…

“You’re being foolish…”

Ying Qingshuang saw her stubborn expression and, feeling both anger and helplessness, sighed, “It’s my fault for indulging you too much in the past, for not guiding you properly. This matter concerns the plans of our clan spanning countless ages. How can you act according to your whims? How can you make Uncle Mo and those fallen clan elders rest in peace?”

When Ying Xiaoxiao heard her mention Uncle Mo, her heart ached, and she lowered her head without saying a word.

At that moment, ripples suddenly emerged in the void above the Divine Hall.

In the next moment, an imposing figure stepped forth abruptly, exuding an awe-inspiring presence as if engulfed in flames.

At the same time, another strange and destructive aura surfaced, accompanied by a husky dragon’s roar. Beside the Divine King, a colossal dragon appeared.

This dragon radiated an ancient and primordial aura. Its eyes resembled the core of Divine Yang, burning like blazing flames that distorted the air—surging with intense laws. Its dark crimson scales seemed steeped in concentrated blood, exuding a bloody and feral presence.

Both Ying Xiaoxiao and Ying Qingshuang were familiar with this dragon from ancient murals—it was the Candle Dragon God, once the partner of their clan’s Ancestor during great conquests.

According to legend, the Candle Dragon God and the Dragon Saint of the Dragon Ancestor Sacred Land were once twin brothers. One wandered the rivers and seas, becoming the Dragon Saint, while the other pursued the sun and moon, becoming the Dragon God!

The Dragon Saint established the Sacred Land, providing refuge to the dragonborn and carving out a foothold in the Upper Three Realms.

Meanwhile, the Dragon God followed the Divine King in battles against All Heavens. After the Divine King’s fall, the Dragon God was sealed away and faded into obscurity.

“Ancestor!”

Ying Qingshuang and Ying Xiaoxiao immediately knelt in reverence upon seeing the Ancestor and Candle Dragon God.

Many clan elders within the hall also turned their gazes and quickly paid their respects, their expressions filled with excitement.

Not only had the Ancestor returned, but the lost Candle Dragon God had been brought back as well. It felt as though the Divine Clan had returned to its peak, about to usher in the mythical age recorded in their history!

The Divine King’s eyes rested on Ying Xiaoxiao as he asked, “How did the matter I entrusted to you progress? Was the other party satisfied with the terms?”

Ying Xiaoxiao’s expression changed slightly, and she lowered her head further. “The other party didn’t agree. He said he doesn’t want to get involved in these matters.”

“Hmm?”

The Divine King’s gaze darkened, turning colder. “Did you tell him about the God Realm? Does he understand what an opportunity this is? It’s equivalent to tens of thousands of years of painstaking cultivation for him! Even natural talent can’t bypass this—it’s something earned only through the passage of time!”

Ying Xiaoxiao lowered her head and replied, “I told him, but he has no desire to join the war and is unwilling to take risks.”

“Hmph!”

The Divine King’s eyes flashed with cold light. “I’ve heard he’s not even thirty and has already become a Saint. With such exceptional talent, his arrogance isn’t surprising. But I didn’t expect him to be such a coward. He doesn’t even dare seize this opportunity. Laughable!”

Then, in a cold voice, he added, “Since he refuses to assist and rejects forming an alliance with our clan, then once we’ve subdued the Source Ancestor, I’ll personally pay this so-called prodigy a visit!”

His gaze harbored both anger and killing intent. If not for the impending war, unwilling to create additional enemies, he would’ve dealt with such an individual earlier.

Ying Xiaoxiao detected the killing intent in the Ancestor’s words. Her face turned pale, and she bit her lip. Resolutely, she said:

“Ancestor, this is my failure. I didn’t bring up the matter of an alliance with him. He also bears no malice toward our clan—he simply doesn’t wish to get embroiled in these conflicts. Please, I beg you not to blame him.”

“Oh?”

Hearing this, the Divine King’s eyes grew colder still. “Are you defying my orders?”

A terrifying surge of Extreme Dao Power emanated from him. Dark waves rippled forth, and the oppressive aura suffused the Divine Hall. Many elders trembled with fear, yet their eyes gleamed faintly with exhilaration.

The stronger the Ancestor, the more elated they felt.

Under this immense pressure, Ying Xiaoxiao felt as though the Extreme Dao Power within her body had been sealed, and her very bloodline quivered in submission. Her face grew paler as she said:

“Ancestor, it’s not that I intended to defy you. I just felt it wouldn’t make a difference. I am willing to accept punishment…”

“Do you think that with the war looming, I wouldn’t punish you severely?”

The Divine King’s gaze bore down on her like a sharp blade, filled with both majesty and icy indifference.

Ying Xiaoxiao bit her lip and remained silent. Kneeling before her, Ying Qingshuang quickly interjected:

“Ancestor, Xiaoxiao acted foolishly for a moment. Please spare her. She means no harm. Over the years, Xiaoxiao has worked tirelessly for the Divine Clan, rescuing many elders and accomplishing great feats…” freewёbnoνel.com

Ying Xiaoxiao looked at her grandmother, who had sternly reprimanded her earlier yet was now anxiously pleading on her behalf. Her lips trembled as she bit them harder, feeling her heart ache.

“Hmph!”

The Divine King snorted coldly, cutting off Ying Qingshuang’s words. However, his gaze toward Ying Xiaoxiao softened slightly and became less icy. In a detached tone, he said:

“If this man is aware of our Divine Clan, then he is already entangled in these matters. Have you considered whether his refusal stems from the Source Ancestor reaching out to him first? Even if that hasn’t happened yet, what if the Source Ancestor seeks his aid during the war?”