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"Dragon Emperor, is all of this truly worth it? We were born from the same root, where is the deep-seated enmity? Must the entire Profound Dragon Race be exterminated?"

The Dragon Emperor stood atop the massive dragon chariot, with a human body and a dragon’s head, his vertical pupils constantly dilating, manifesting absolute majesty and power,

"Mr. He, I personally have great respect for you. However, I must say, this is an internal affair of the Dragon Race, unrelated to other forces. This does not affect the unity and harmony between the Demon Race and the Human Race. If not necessary, I ask Mr. He to simply observe."

"Is this truly an irreconcilable issue?"

"Since Mr. He asks as such, I may as well speak plainly. The ’True Dragon’ is an unsurpassable boundary, the very foundation of the Dragon Race. It is not I who seeks to provoke conflict; it is the other three races that wish to cross this boundary to destroy this foundation. It’s like how your Human Race reveres the Heavenly Dao."

He Youyi smiled bitterly,

"But we have already discovered... the heavens are not as they seem."

Though far away on the Demon Continent, he was well aware of what had happened in the Human Race World.

The Dragon Emperor’s cyan-colored vertical pupils showed a hint of murderous intent,

"If your humans truly believe the words of that deceiver and regard the Heavenly Dao as nothing, then that is the real joke, a reversal of providence. How is it different from the Profound, Gold, and White Races wanting to seize the True Dragon Totem to establish their own domain?"

He glanced sideways at He Youyi,

"That guy is called Fan Wubing, right? Does Mr. He believe him too?"

He Youyi said,

"I respect the facts."

The Dragon Emperor’s eyes revealed mockery, "The fact is, only those who believe in and guard the True Dragon Totem are the Dragon Race. Otherwise, it’s just a snake with horns."

He Youyi understood completely.

The Dragon Emperor’s words meant that only by holding the True Dragon Totem could the Dragon Race truly be the Dragon Race.

In that case, can the Cyan Dragon still be considered a True Dragon? Is possessing horns on the head and scales on the body what makes a True Dragon?

But such words cannot be spoken openly.

The war among the Dragon Race determines that the victor is the True Dragon. If they lose their identity as a True Dragon, they are no different from ordinary demonic beasts.

Therefore,

A True Dragon can be cyan, it can be black, or it can be gold or white.

He Youyi’s gaze constantly shifted. In his mind, countless thoughts flashed by, seemingly blocked by a lump in his throat that he couldn’t swallow or expel. He couldn’t avoid projecting himself into his life.

Ever since he understood the ideology of the Jade Ancestor, he firmly supported the Jade Ancestor.

But at that time, Wenxin Heaven was "against the Jade Ancestor," believing that "the Jade Ancestor was one who reversed providence."

Therefore, even though he had long been a Tribulation Immortal and had the qualifications to be named a Saint, even a Great Saint, he has not yet left a mark on the Saints’ Monument in Wenxin Heaven.

It seemed no one cared about the truth, maintaining only their superficial stance.

The Dragon Race was the same, indifferent to whether the true blood of a True Dragon flowed within them, akin in will to the Great Wilderness Cyan Dragon. They turned the "True Dragon" into a means of control, a method for personal gain.

He Youyi could hardly bear the resentment in his heart, gritting his teeth as he asked,

"Dragon Emperor. Do you really believe you are the True Dragon?"

Such a question was as sharp as a needle. The Master of Cyan Dragon, the Dragon Emperor’s pressure, suddenly enveloped He Youyi. His vertical pupils filled with murderous intent,

"Mr. He, I esteem you as the great gentleman for the world and all living beings. If you disrespect me, then why should I respect you?"

He Youyi was no match for the Dragon Emperor.

He had only recently broken through to Fifth-Tier Tribulation Immortal, while the Dragon Emperor had been a Sixth-Tier Tribulation Immortal for over ten thousand years, and may have already broken through to Seventh-Tier.

Yet He Youyi still stood tall,

"I believe, a True Dragon is not a specific race, nor is it a totem used to sustain rule. It is a will, a spirit! It leads all living beings forward, challenges hardships, and gains freedom and beauty!"

The Dragon Emperor’s vertical pupils contracted into a straight line,

"The pretension of a scholar."

His right hand transformed into a massive dragon claw and grasped He Youyi’s head,

"Since you are willing to tear apart the harmonious coexistence treaty between the Dragon Race and the Human Race, in my eyes, you are an unforgivable mortal enemy. I do not mind reopening the war with Wenxin Heaven, nor do I mind returning the Demon and Human Races to the era of mutual blood feuds. And this, Mr. He, will be your doing. You will become a sinner of history."

He Youyi’s intrinsic literary energy pushed open the Dragon Emperor’s claw,

"My heart is clear!"

This phrase, he had heard long ago from Fan Wubing.

At that time, he found that young man to be very spirited.

After all, in today’s world, not many dare to say "My heart is clear" because they all know what they have done.

On a cloud at the horizon, the Jade Ancestor was witnessing it all, ready to act at any moment.

He was certain that today’s Wenxin Heaven not only needed someone like Guan Xin, who was upright and honest, devoted to seeking truth, but also someone like He Youyi, who was willing to compromise if necessary but always held firm to his principles and bottom line.

However, before he could act, a blood line suddenly appeared, and then with unstoppable force and speed, it instantly pierced through the Dragon Emperor’s claw, severing it.

It was only when the pain emerged that the Dragon Emperor realized he had been severed of a claw.

His momentum was broken, and He Youyi swiftly escaped control, drawing distance.

"Who dares!" the Dragon Emperor roared angrily, then revealed his true form. His colossal body appeared, covering the sky and blocking out the sun, occupying nearly one-fifth of the battlefield.