Legend Management Bureau Chapter 335

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Du Yu paused, momentarily stunned. He had never considered this question before.

Gathering the entire cultivation bases of Zhongli Chun, Chada, Xing Tian, Yinglong, Zhan Qisheng, Zhi Nv, and Ying Ning into a single strike of his own.

Just how tremendous would the power of that strike be?

If the timing was right, could it instantly kill Mahakala?

It was a brilliant idea.

But then again, what if it failed?

Du Yu slowly stood up and said, “It is an excellent plan, but unfortunately, I am not prepared to gamble anymore. I have won so many times; it is impossible for me to win again next time.”

The others wanted to persuade Du Yu further, but he simply could not take another word in.

Zhan Qisheng knew that the light had faded from Du Yu’s eyes. Although Du Yu claimed he had changed history and had not become the Saint, looking at him now, there was no difference between the two of them. If there was any difference, it was merely that Du Yu was still called Du Yu and did not call himself the Saint.

It seemed the incident with Nüwa had deeply affected him.

Ever since he entered the Legend Management Bureau, he had been working diligently, risking his life to save various immortal deities and famous figures, yet Nüwa had nearly eliminated him as if he were a scourge.

If this continued, the same thing would likely happen again.

If that were the case, what was all this for?

Ultimately, what had Du Yu gained from any of it?

“Everyone, if there is nothing else… please prepare to relocate.” Du Yu cast another glance at Yinglong. “Yinglong, I must ask you for one last favor.”

Yinglong’s eyelids twitched as he looked at Du Yu. “What favor?”

“I have two brothers who have braved life and death for me, but they cannot recall their own origins. Hearing from your son, Baxia, they possess the aura of dragons. I wonder if you have any impression of this?”

Upon hearing Du Yu’s words, Yinglong’s eyes widened slightly as if pondering something. After a moment, he opened his massive, bloodthirsty maw and slowly asked, “Two humanoid youths carrying the dragon aura?”

“Exactly.” Du Yu nodded. “Do you know who they are?”

Yinglong’s eyes darted away as he declared, “This Ancestor does not know.”

Du Yu slowly walked over. “Yinglong, you know. Your eyes betrayed you. We are sharing a single body right now, and you are surrounded by my friends. Don’t you want to live a little more comfortably in here?”

Yinglong felt that Du Yu’s words made sense, but after all, it was a shameful act of his own doing; how could he casually tell others about it?

“Yinglong, it seems you still do not trust me.” Du Yu silently shook his head. “That makes sense. We haven’t known each other for long, so directly asking you to reveal such a secret is truly putting you in a difficult position.”

Having said that, Du Yu let out a helpless sigh. “I will have a word with Lady Houtu. When I return the Eight Directions Ghost Record to her, I will conveniently have your soul scattered and spirit dispersed. As the saying goes, ‘do not employ those you suspect, and do not suspect those you employ.’ With this mutual distrust between us, there probably won’t be any chance for cooperation.”

“Eh?!” Yinglong’s head jerked up sharply. “You want to scatter this Ancestor’s soul?”

“Yes, let us just say we have a difference of opinion. I will grant you your freedom. You can soon reincarnate and become a mere mortal.”

The word “mortal” deeply triggered Yinglong. He had always viewed mortals as insignificant ants. Now, the mere thought of becoming an ant himself—rushing about all day just to eat, drink, and relieve himself, plagued by the seven emotions and six sensory pleasures for a lifetime, only to die lonely in bed—made every dragon scale on his body stand on end. He was terrified beyond belief.

“Wait… This Ancestor will tell you…” Yinglong’s lips trembled slightly. “As long as you do not send me to reincarnate, this Ancestor will tell you everything…”

“Alright, speak. I am listening.”

Yinglong looked at Du Yu with lingering fear and asked, “Can you let me see those two abomina… those two children first?”

“Were you about to say ‘abominations’?” Du Yu frowned. “I am standing right outside their door right now, and I can take you straight in. However, I advise you to watch your words and actions, otherwise, I will erase your name from the Eight Directions Ghost Record in a heartbeat.”

The Dragon Ancestor gave a slight nod. “Very well, very well…”

Du Yu exited his inner world, opened his eyes, and looked at the door in front of him.

He reached out and knocked. A Can opened the door.

“Brother Yu?”

“A Can, are you and A Kui together? I have something to say to both of you.”

A Kui also poked his head out at this moment, and the two looked at Du Yu in confusion.

When it came to A Can and A Kui, Du Yu never treated himself as an outsider. He walked straight into the room and addressed the duo, “I promised you earlier that I would figure out your origins. Now, I am here to fulfill my promise.”

The two exchanged a glance, naturally having a faint idea of what this meant. After all, Yinglong was currently residing within Du Yu’s body.

“The following time is yours.” Du Yu patted his own chest. “Big Dragon.”

With that said, a sharp gleam radiated from Du Yu’s eyes, and his entire imposing aura seemed to undergo a drastic change.

He slowly opened his mouth, speaking in a hoarse, ancient voice. “Let this Ancestor take a good look… Come closer, you two…”

The person standing before them had clearly transformed into Yinglong.

If he were not currently wearing Du Yu’s skin, A Can and A Kui would have undoubtedly snorted disdainfully and turned to leave.

Yinglong carefully scrutinized the faces of the two youths, and slowly, an expression of sheer disbelief crept onto his features.

“You two… how do you still exist to this day…?”

Du Yu listened closely to Yinglong’s words and silently nodded.

Yinglong’s question was not unreasonable. The prerequisite for acquiring an Operator’s constitution was being a Great Pivot born of a wrongful death. A Can and A Kui should have had their souls scattered and spirits dispersed ages ago. It was precisely because they had survived that they became a Great Pivot.

“Although we are not clear on it ourselves, it is probably thanks to you,” A Can said coldly. “It seems you know everything.”

Yinglong slowly sighed and said, “Indeed, this Ancestor knows everything. But this Ancestor believed the two of you should have died long ago.”

Under Yinglong’s narration, a simple yet tragic tale surfaced.

As it turned out, Yinglong had developed spiritual intelligence extremely early on.

Once a demonic beast developed spiritual intelligence, there would be two significant changes.

The first was the ability to circulate energy through the body like a human and understand the operation of meridians, thereby drastically increasing their cultivation speed.

The second was acquiring a fear of death.

Yinglong was no exception.

As he grew increasingly powerful, the fear of death also washed over him like a tidal wave.

For the majority of demonic beasts, the best way out at this stage was to accelerate their breakthrough in cultivation realms, striving to trigger their shapeshifting heavenly tribulation as soon as possible so they could transform into a human.

In this way, they could successfully cultivate the Great Dao.

Once the Great Dao was achieved, they could enjoy eternal life and roam the world freely.

If luck was on their side, they might even become an immortal deity, from then on possessing boundless merit and receiving the worship of thousands.

However, Yinglong had taken a completely different path.

Instead of becoming an immortal deity, he chose to reproduce and create offspring as early as possible.