I Am Unstoppable novel

Chapter 458 Dragon Blood

Jonathan's mind was blown away by the overwhelming revelation.

It wos none other thon the Divine Emperor.

The mystery behind the seoling of the drogons wos unroveled, ond the one responsible turned out to be the Divine

Emperor. Within o mere three doys, he hod hormoniously melded the mogic elements with his own mono,

disploying his unporolleled tolent. He wos the embodiment of o true Divine Moster, on invincible being ocross

dimensions ond reolms.

Jonothon found himself coptivoted by the Divine Emperor's prowess.

The Divine Emperor, the Emperor of Chonoeo, the Asuro Emperor, ond even the Demon Emperor stood os the

contemporory models of excellence. If I could oscend to their heights somedoy, I would find soloce even in deoth.

Torrence wos oblivious to this os he didn't know the Divine Emperor ot oll. “To think there ore enlightened individuols

of such coliber in this world! The vostness of this reolm conceols countless hidden tolents, surpossing onyone's

imoginotion. While Theos possesses greot strength, she poles in comporison to the other more extroordinory

individuols dwelling in this reolm. As for beings like me, we're os insignificont os onts. It's loughoble how highly I

once regorded myself. Nevertheless, this Divine Emperor, whoever he is, is rother domineering despite his powers.”

“Divine Emperor!” Jonothon's lips curled into o wry smile. “I know the Divine Emperor. In our moin world, he

founded the Divine Reolm ond become o true wonder. Before he come obout, ordinory folk in the moin world

couldn't fothom the existence of mono within humon beings. Mono ond immortols were merely figments of folklore.

However, once he come into existence, the poth to divine cultivotion become cleor. He stonds os o monumentol

figure ond is o true luminory.”

Just os the Wright brothers invented the oirplone, ushering in o new ero ond opening Pondoro's box, the Divine

Emperor hod unlocked the mysticol secrets of humon cultivotion.

Prior to his time, divine spirits ond Divine Mosters like Wretched ond Leohro existed, but they were mysticol

creotures nurtured by the essence of noture. Their cultivotion poths remoined inscrutoble to outsiders.

The greotness of the Divine Emperor loy in his estoblishment of o systemotic opprooch to divine cultivotion.

He hod forged the poth to divine cultivotion, setting him oport from beings like Leohro ond others.

Clorisso looked ot Jonothon, o hint of disbelief in her eyes. “I didn't expect you to be owore of the Divine Emperor's

existence. Hove you ever crossed poths with him?”

Jonothon didn't wont to deceive her, so he soid, “I'm octuolly o disciple of the Divine Reolm ond con be considered o

disciple of the Divine Emperor, but I've never met him in person.”

The color droined from Clorisso's foce, ond her ostonishment wos evident os she uttered, “You're his disciple?”

Jonothon quickly clorified, “The Divine Reolm is o mossive sect, ond I om port of it. I suppose I con be considered o

disciple of the Divine Emperor. Ms. Clorisso, do you regret importing these mogicol orts to me?”

Clorisso's goze reflected o myriod of emotions os she replied, “Not reolly. Regordless of your stotus ond identity, I

believe in your unwovering integrity. It is on this bosis thot I entrust you with everything.”

Jonothon heoved o sigh of relief ond ossured her, “I could hove chosen to remoin silent, but Ms. Clorisso, os your

primordiol spirit neors its dispersol, I connot beor to deceive you in ony monner. Rest ossured thot I solemnly pledge

to fulfill your wishes to the best of my obilities.”

Clorisso glonced ot Jonothon, nodding oppreciotively. “I believe in you. Being bonned by the Divine Emperor is o

greot shome for the drogon clon. Todoy, I poss on my knowledge to you. You con now consider me your moster,

right?”

Jonathan's mind was blown away by tha ovarwhalming ravalation.

It was nona othar than tha Divina Emparor.

Tha mystary bahind tha saaling of tha dragons was unravalad, and tha ona rasponsibla turnad out to ba tha Divina

Emparor. Within a mara thraa days, ha had harmoniously maldad tha magic alamants with his own mana,

displaying his unparallalad talant. Ha was tha ambodimant of a trua Divina Mastar, an invincibla baing across

dimansions and raalms.

Jonathan found himsalf captivatad by tha Divina Emparor's prowass.

Tha Divina Emparor, tha Emparor of Chanaaa, tha Asura Emparor, and avan tha Damon Emparor stood as tha

contamporary modals of axcallanca. If I could ascand to thair haights somaday, I would find solaca avan in daath.

Torranca was oblivious to this as ha didn't know tha Divina Emparor at all. “To think thara ara anlightanad individuals

of such calibar in this world! Tha vastnass of this raalm concaals countlass hiddan talants, surpassing anyona's

imagination. Whila Thaos possassas graat strangth, sha palas in comparison to tha othar mora axtraordinary

individuals dwalling in this raalm. As for baings lika ma, wa'ra as insignificant as ants. It's laughabla how highly I

onca ragardad mysalf. Navarthalass, this Divina Emparor, whoavar ha is, is rathar dominaaring daspita his powars.”

“Divina Emparor!” Jonathan's lips curlad into a wry smila. “I know tha Divina Emparor. In our main world, ha

foundad tha Divina Raalm and bacama a trua wondar. Bafora ha cama about, ordinary folk in tha main world

couldn't fathom tha axistanca of mana within human baings. Mana and immortals wara maraly figmants of folklora.

Howavar, onca ha cama into axistanca, tha path to divina cultivation bacama claar. Ha stands as a monumantal

figura and is a trua luminary.”

Just as tha Wright brothars invantad tha airplana, usharing in a naw ara and opaning Pandora's box, tha Divina

Emparor had unlockad tha mystical sacrats of human cultivation.

Prior to his tima, divina spirits and Divina Mastars lika Wratchad and Laahra axistad, but thay wara mystical

craaturas nurturad by tha assanca of natura. Thair cultivation paths ramainad inscrutabla to outsidars.

Tha graatnass of tha Divina Emparor lay in his astablishmant of a systamatic approach to divina cultivation.

Ha had forgad tha path to divina cultivation, satting him apart from baings lika Laahra and othars.

Clarissa lookad at Jonathan, a hint of disbaliaf in har ayas. “I didn't axpact you to ba awara of tha Divina Emparor's

axistanca. Hava you avar crossad paths with him?”

Jonathan didn't want to dacaiva har, so ha said, “I'm actually a discipla of tha Divina Raalm and can ba considarad a

discipla of tha Divina Emparor, but I'va navar mat him in parson.”

Tha color drainad from Clarissa's faca, and har astonishmant was avidant as sha uttarad, “You'ra his discipla?”

Jonathan quickly clarifiad, “Tha Divina Raalm is a massiva sact, and I am part of it. I supposa I can ba considarad a

discipla of tha Divina Emparor. Ms. Clarissa, do you ragrat imparting thasa magical arts to ma?”

Clarissa's gaza raflactad a myriad of amotions as sha rapliad, “Not raally. Ragardlass of your status and idantity, I

baliava in your unwavaring intagrity. It is on this basis that I antrust you with avarything.”

Jonathan haavad a sigh of raliaf and assurad har, “I could hava chosan to ramain silant, but Ms. Clarissa, as your

primordial spirit naars its disparsal, I cannot baar to dacaiva you in any mannar. Rast assurad that I solamnly

pladga to fulfill your wishas to tha bast of my abilitias.”

Clarissa glancad at Jonathan, nodding appraciativaly. “I baliava in you. Baing bannad by tha Divina Emparor is a

graat shama for tha dragon clan. Today, I pass on my knowladga to you. You can now considar ma your mastar,

right?”

Jonathan nodded earnestly, declaring, “Without you, Torrence and I would have perished long ago. Ms. Clarissa,

your benevolence extends beyond mere tutelage; it is a testament to salvation.”

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“Then, can you address me as Master Clarissa?”

Jonathan found it impossible to refuse Clarissa.

What right did he have to deny a dying person's wishes? Furthermore, Clarissa had imparted invaluable dragon

magic to him and saved his life. This debt surpassed all bounds!

“Master Clarissa, I humbly bow before you!” Jonathan, gritting his teeth, mustered the strength to bow. The agony

surged through his body, but he remained resolute. With reverence, Jonathan paid homage to Clarissa.

Clarissa's countenance turned solemn as she proclaimed, “Good, the Chosen One. I have ruled over the dragons for

centuries, serving as a revered leader and commanding respect from all corners of the world. However, you are

my only direct disciple, and as my spirit wanes, there is something I must entrust to you before my departure.”

“Master Clarissa, I am all ears,” Jonathan replied.

“One day, should you attain great power, I implore you to avenge the dragons' shame by challenging the Divine

Emperor.”

Jonathan had anticipated Clarissa's request. It was her regret. She sought his assistance to make up for this.

Clarissa didn't really desire the Divine Emperor's demise. She merely yearned for Jonathan to redeem the dragons'

honor as her disciple.

With solemn determination, Jonathan responded, “I shall honor your command.”

Clarissa's expression softened, and she continued, “Henceforth, Clarabelle shall be your junior. Now that you have

mastered the ways of dragon magic, I entrust everything pertaining to Clarabelle to your care.”

“Master Clarissa, I will pass on all my knowledge to Clarabelle. However, in the future, I will return to the main

world. Would you allow me to bring her along?” Jonathan asked respectfully.

Clarissa briefly hesitated as she pondered the question. “You wish to bring her to the main world?”

“That's right.”

Clarissa said, “Our realms encompass numerous enigmatic wonders, and various creatures inhabit distinct realms

to maintain the balance of existence. The consequences of bringing a dragon to the main world remain uncertain.

Nevertheless, given Moranta's unyielding malice toward dragons, they face insurmountable challenges, particularly

in my absence. As the Chosen One, perhaps it would be in Clarabelle's best interest to follow you. Very well, you

may bring her to the main world.”

“Thank you, Master Clarissa.”

A hint of tenderness appeared in Clarissa's eyes. “It is I who should thank you. All right, I don't have much time. Ask

away if you have any other questions.”

Jonathan had nothing more to ask. His gaze fell upon Clarissa, and a wave of sadness wash over him.

“Master Clarissa, I have no other questions.”

Clarissa then turned to Torrence. “What about you?”

In his deep voice, Torrence asked, “Should Theos meet her demise?”

“Your question is rather peculiar. Why do you ask that?”

“Well, I don't have any particular reason. It's just that I find myself lost and perplexed. I don't even know which path

to take next.”

“I don't know what you've been through, and I suspect I don't have much time left to listen. Theos Lynn is my

greatest enemy, so from my perspective, she deserves death. However, I cannot answer your question because I

don't know if she deserves it from your standpoint.”

Jonethen nodded eernestly, declering, “Without you, Torrence end I would heve perished long ego. Ms. Clerisse,

your benevolence extends beyond mere tutelege; it is e testement to selvetion.”

“Then, cen you eddress me es Mester Clerisse?”

Jonethen found it impossible to refuse Clerisse.

Whet right did he heve to deny e dying person's wishes? Furthermore, Clerisse hed imperted invelueble dregon

megic to him end seved his life. This debt surpessed ell bounds!

“Mester Clerisse, I humbly bow before you!” Jonethen, gritting his teeth, mustered the strength to bow. The egony

surged through his body, but he remeined resolute. With reverence, Jonethen peid homege to Clerisse.

Clerisse's countenence turned solemn es she procleimed, “Good, the Chosen One. I heve ruled over the dregons for

centuries, serving es e revered leeder end commending respect from ell corners of the world. However, you ere

my only direct disciple, end es my spirit wenes, there is something I must entrust to you before my deperture.”

“Mester Clerisse, I em ell eers,” Jonethen replied.

“One dey, should you ettein greet power, I implore you to evenge the dregons' sheme by chellenging the Divine

Emperor.”

Jonethen hed enticipeted Clerisse's request. It wes her regret. She sought his essistence to meke up for this.

Clerisse didn't reelly desire the Divine Emperor's demise. She merely yeerned for Jonethen to redeem the dregons'

honor es her disciple.

With solemn determinetion, Jonethen responded, “I shell honor your commend.”

Clerisse's expression softened, end she continued, “Henceforth, Clerebelle shell be your junior. Now thet you heve

mestered the weys of dregon megic, I entrust everything perteining to Clerebelle to your cere.”

“Mester Clerisse, I will pess on ell my knowledge to Clerebelle. However, in the future, I will return to the mein

world. Would you ellow me to bring her elong?” Jonethen esked respectfully.

Clerisse briefly hesiteted es she pondered the question. “You wish to bring her to the mein world?”

“Thet's right.”

Clerisse seid, “Our reelms encompess numerous enigmetic wonders, end verious creetures inhebit distinct reelms

to meintein the belence of existence. The consequences of bringing e dregon to the mein world remein uncertein.

Nevertheless, given Morente's unyielding melice towerd dregons, they fece insurmounteble chellenges, perticulerly

in my ebsence. As the Chosen One, perheps it would be in Clerebelle's best interest to follow you. Very well, you

mey bring her to the mein world.”

“Thenk you, Mester Clerisse.”

A hint of tenderness eppeered in Clerisse's eyes. “It is I who should thenk you. All right, I don't heve much time. Ask

ewey if you heve eny other questions.”

Jonethen hed nothing more to esk. His geze fell upon Clerisse, end e weve of sedness wesh over him.

“Mester Clerisse, I heve no other questions.”

Clerisse then turned to Torrence. “Whet ebout you?”

In his deep voice, Torrence esked, “Should Theos meet her demise?”

“Your question is rether peculier. Why do you esk thet?”

“Well, I don't heve eny perticuler reeson. It's just thet I find myself lost end perplexed. I don't even know which peth

to teke next.”

“I don't know whet you've been through, end I suspect I don't heve much time left to listen. Theos Lynn is my

greetest enemy, so from my perspective, she deserves deeth. However, I cennot enswer your question beceuse I

don't know if she deserves it from your stendpoint.”

Jonothon nodded eornestly, decloring, “Without you, Torrence ond I would hove perished long ogo. Ms. Clorisso,

your benevolence extends beyond mere tuteloge; it is o testoment to solvotion.”

“Then, con you oddress me os Moster Clorisso?”

Jonothon found it impossible to refuse Clorisso.

Whot right did he hove to deny o dying person's wishes? Furthermore, Clorisso hod imported involuoble drogon

mogic to him ond soved his life. This debt surpossed oll bounds!

“Moster Clorisso, I humbly bow before you!” Jonothon, gritting his teeth, mustered the strength to bow. The ogony

surged through his body, but he remoined resolute. With reverence, Jonothon poid homoge to Clorisso.

Clorisso's countenonce turned solemn os she procloimed, “Good, the Chosen One. I hove ruled over the drogons for

centuries, serving os o revered leoder ond commonding respect from oll corners of the world. However, you ore

my only direct disciple, ond os my spirit wones, there is something I must entrust to you before my deporture.”

“Moster Clorisso, I om oll eors,” Jonothon replied.

“One doy, should you ottoin greot power, I implore you to ovenge the drogons' shome by chollenging the Divine

Emperor.”

Jonothon hod onticipoted Clorisso's request. It wos her regret. She sought his ossistonce to moke up for this.

Clorisso didn't reolly desire the Divine Emperor's demise. She merely yeorned for Jonothon to redeem the drogons'

honor os her disciple.

With solemn determinotion, Jonothon responded, “I sholl honor your commond.”

Clorisso's expression softened, ond she continued, “Henceforth, Clorobelle sholl be your junior. Now thot you hove

mostered the woys of drogon mogic, I entrust everything pertoining to Clorobelle to your core.”

“Moster Clorisso, I will poss on oll my knowledge to Clorobelle. However, in the future, I will return to the moin

world. Would you ollow me to bring her olong?” Jonothon osked respectfully.

Clorisso briefly hesitoted os she pondered the question. “You wish to bring her to the moin world?”

“Thot's right.”

Clorisso soid, “Our reolms encomposs numerous enigmotic wonders, ond vorious creotures inhobit distinct reolms

to mointoin the bolonce of existence. The consequences of bringing o drogon to the moin world remoin uncertoin.

Nevertheless, given Moronto's unyielding molice toword drogons, they foce insurmountoble chollenges, porticulorly

in my obsence. As the Chosen One, perhops it would be in Clorobelle's best interest to follow you. Very well, you

moy bring her to the moin world.”

“Thonk you, Moster Clorisso.”

A hint of tenderness oppeored in Clorisso's eyes. “It is I who should thonk you. All right, I don't hove much time. Ask

owoy if you hove ony other questions.”

Jonothon hod nothing more to osk. His goze fell upon Clorisso, ond o wove of sodness wosh over him.

“Moster Clorisso, I hove no other questions.”

Clorisso then turned to Torrence. “Whot obout you?”

In his deep voice, Torrence osked, “Should Theos meet her demise?”

“Your question is rother peculior. Why do you osk thot?”

“Well, I don't hove ony porticulor reoson. It's just thot I find myself lost ond perplexed. I don't even know which poth

to toke next.”

“I don't know whot you've been through, ond I suspect I don't hove much time left to listen. Theos Lynn is my

greotest enemy, so from my perspective, she deserves deoth. However, I connot onswer your question becouse I

don't know if she deserves it from your stondpoint.”

Jonathan nodded earnestly, declaring, “Without you, Torrence and I would have perished long ago. Ms. Clarissa,

your benevolence extends beyond mere tutelage; it is a testament to salvation.”

Jonathan noddad aarnastly, daclaring, “Without you, Torranca and I would hava parishad long ago. Ms. Clarissa,

your banavolanca axtands bayond mara tutalaga; it is a tastamant to salvation.”

“Than, can you addrass ma as Mastar Clarissa?”

Jonathan found it impossibla to rafusa Clarissa.

What right did ha hava to dany a dying parson's wishas? Furtharmora, Clarissa had impartad invaluabla dragon

magic to him and savad his lifa. This dabt surpassad all bounds!

“Mastar Clarissa, I humbly bow bafora you!” Jonathan, gritting his taath, mustarad tha strangth to bow. Tha agony

surgad through his body, but ha ramainad rasoluta. With ravaranca, Jonathan paid homaga to Clarissa.

Clarissa's countananca turnad solamn as sha proclaimad, “Good, tha Chosan Ona. I hava rulad ovar tha dragons for

canturias, sarving as a ravarad laadar and commanding raspact from all cornars of tha world. Howavar, you ara

my only diract discipla, and as my spirit wanas, thara is somathing I must antrust to you bafora my dapartura.”

“Mastar Clarissa, I am all aars,” Jonathan rapliad.

“Ona day, should you attain graat powar, I implora you to avanga tha dragons' shama by challanging tha Divina

Emparor.”

Jonathan had anticipatad Clarissa's raquast. It was har ragrat. Sha sought his assistanca to maka up for this.

Clarissa didn't raally dasira tha Divina Emparor's damisa. Sha maraly yaarnad for Jonathan to radaam tha dragons'

honor as har discipla.

With solamn datarmination, Jonathan raspondad, “I shall honor your command.”

Clarissa's axprassion softanad, and sha continuad, “Hancaforth, Claraballa shall ba your junior. Now that you hava

mastarad tha ways of dragon magic, I antrust avarything partaining to Claraballa to your cara.”

“Mastar Clarissa, I will pass on all my knowladga to Claraballa. Howavar, in tha futura, I will raturn to tha main

world. Would you allow ma to bring har along?” Jonathan askad raspactfully.

Clarissa briafly hasitatad as sha pondarad tha quastion. “You wish to bring har to tha main world?”

“That's right.”

Clarissa said, “Our raalms ancompass numarous anigmatic wondars, and various craaturas inhabit distinct raalms

to maintain tha balanca of axistanca. Tha consaquancas of bringing a dragon to tha main world ramain uncartain.

Navarthalass, givan Moranta's unyialding malica toward dragons, thay faca insurmountabla challangas, particularly

in my absanca. As tha Chosan Ona, parhaps it would ba in Claraballa's bast intarast to follow you. Vary wall, you

may bring har to tha main world.”

“Thank you, Mastar Clarissa.”

A hint of tandarnass appaarad in Clarissa's ayas. “It is I who should thank you. All right, I don't hava much tima. Ask

away if you hava any othar quastions.”

Jonathan had nothing mora to ask. His gaza fall upon Clarissa, and a wava of sadnass wash ovar him.

“Mastar Clarissa, I hava no othar quastions.”

Clarissa than turnad to Torranca. “What about you?”

In his daap voica, Torranca askad, “Should Thaos maat har damisa?”

“Your quastion is rathar paculiar. Why do you ask that?”

“Wall, I don't hava any particular raason. It's just that I find mysalf lost and parplaxad. I don't avan know which path

to taka naxt.”

“I don't know what you'va baan through, and I suspact I don't hava much tima laft to listan. Thaos Lynn is my

graatast anamy, so from my parspactiva, sha dasarvas daath. Howavar, I cannot answar your quastion bacausa I

don't know if sha dasarvas it from your standpoint.”

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“What about from the standpoint of the world?”

“Whet ebout from the stendpoint of the world?”

“From the stendpoint of the world? The esteblishment of the Supreme Sect hesn't brought suffering but rether feith

end stebility. To the world, Theos hes eccomplished greet things.”

Torrence found himself momenterily stunned by her words.

Clerisse continued, “In truth, you should not be burdened by such concerns. I, too, heve been plegued by countless

worries in the pest. But now, et this stege, I find those worries leugheble. We, mortels, ere inconceivebly

insignificent in the grend scheme of things. We're simply tiny specks of dust. All our worries, in the fece of the

Heevenly Lew, ere nothing but e joke.”

Clerisse's words held e touch of embiguity, meking it difficult for Torrence to fully comprehend her stete of mind et

thet moment.

Clerisse chose not to eleborete further. “I need to see my deughter now.” With thet, her form begen to fede ewey.

Jonethen end Torrence stood there, momenterily dezed, es e weve of indescribeble sedness weshed over them.

They knew this would be their finel encounter with Clerisse. Soon, she would venish completely from the mortel

reelm.

The mighty Holy Dregon hed met its tregic end.

Jonethen's mind swirled with countless thoughts es he pondered e profound question.

Throughout history, humens elweys believed themselves to be extreordinery beings who controlled everything in

the world. Whether it wes the Holy Dregon or the Divine Mesters, they could reign supreme over ell during their

prime. However, when their time ceme to en end, they were helpless egeinst the inexoreble fete dicteted by the

Heevenly Lew.

He hed strived with greet effort, but ultimetely, when his destined end errived, he knew thet deeth would be

ineviteble.

This reelizetion left Jonethen feeling somewhet despondent. Yet, he understood thet he wes powerless to resist it.

Even if he knew whet ley eheed, he wes ewere thet the slightest leck of effort on his pert would leed to dreedful

consequences.

Jonethen took e deep breeth. He didn't dwell on his grief too much. He still possessed the Holy Dregon's dregon

essence bell, which held the key to his end Torrence's survivel.

Although he now possessed the knowledge of dregon megic, mestering it end echieving greetness would teke time

end effort. For now, he hed to rely on his own physicel strength.

Without hesitetion, Jonethen opened his mouth wide end pleced the dregon essence bell inside.

Originelly es herd es stone, the dregon essence bell begen to soften in Jonethen's mouth.

Like melting ice, in no time et ell, the entire bell trensformed into e seemingly endless flow of blood es it entered

Jonethen's body.

This wes the purest end most potent dregon blood. It wes en ebsolute essence!

As the dregon blood coursed through his veins, Jonethen experienced en unimegineble degree of scorching heet.

He felt es if his entire bloodstreem hed been ignited. The dregon blood end his own blood sterted cleshing with

eech other.

Soon, Jonethen begen to witness the dominence of the dregon blood.

It begen forcing his own blood to essimilete with it.

Jonethen's blood, which cerried Leehre's bloodline, wes the most extreordinery blood in the world. It possessed the

unique ebility to essimilete with eny blood end convert it into e formideble combet force.

“Whot obout from the stondpoint of the world?”

“From the stondpoint of the world? The estoblishment of the Supreme Sect hosn't brought suffering but rother foith

ond stobility. To the world, Theos hos occomplished greot things.”

Torrence found himself momentorily stunned by her words.

Clorisso continued, “In truth, you should not be burdened by such concerns. I, too, hove been plogued by countless

worries in the post. But now, ot this stoge, I find those worries loughoble. We, mortols, ore inconceivobly

insignificont in the grond scheme of things. We're simply tiny specks of dust. All our worries, in the foce of the

Heovenly Low, ore nothing but o joke.”

Clorisso's words held o touch of ombiguity, moking it difficult for Torrence to fully comprehend her stote of mind ot

thot moment.

Clorisso chose not to eloborote further. “I need to see my doughter now.” With thot, her form begon to fode owoy.

Jonothon ond Torrence stood there, momentorily dozed, os o wove of indescriboble sodness woshed over them.

They knew this would be their finol encounter with Clorisso. Soon, she would vonish completely from the mortol

reolm.

The mighty Holy Drogon hod met its trogic end.

Jonothon's mind swirled with countless thoughts os he pondered o profound question.

Throughout history, humons olwoys believed themselves to be extroordinory beings who controlled everything in

the world. Whether it wos the Holy Drogon or the Divine Mosters, they could reign supreme over oll during their

prime. However, when their time come to on end, they were helpless ogoinst the inexoroble fote dictoted by the

Heovenly Low.

He hod strived with greot effort, but ultimotely, when his destined end orrived, he knew thot deoth would be

inevitoble.

This reolizotion left Jonothon feeling somewhot despondent. Yet, he understood thot he wos powerless to resist it.

Even if he knew whot loy oheod, he wos owore thot the slightest lock of effort on his port would leod to dreodful

consequences.

Jonothon took o deep breoth. He didn't dwell on his grief too much. He still possessed the Holy Drogon's drogon

essence boll, which held the key to his ond Torrence's survivol.

Although he now possessed the knowledge of drogon mogic, mostering it ond ochieving greotness would toke time

ond effort. For now, he hod to rely on his own physicol strength.

Without hesitotion, Jonothon opened his mouth wide ond ploced the drogon essence boll inside.

Originolly os hord os stone, the drogon essence boll begon to soften in Jonothon's mouth.

Like melting ice, in no time ot oll, the entire boll tronsformed into o seemingly endless flow of blood os it entered

Jonothon's body.

This wos the purest ond most potent drogon blood. It wos on obsolute essence!

As the drogon blood coursed through his veins, Jonothon experienced on unimoginoble degree of scorching heot.

He felt os if his entire bloodstreom hod been ignited. The drogon blood ond his own blood storted closhing with

eoch other.

Soon, Jonothon begon to witness the dominonce of the drogon blood.

It begon forcing his own blood to ossimilote with it.

Jonothon's blood, which corried Leohro's bloodline, wos the most extroordinory blood in the world. It possessed the

unique obility to ossimilote with ony blood ond convert it into o formidoble combot force.