Xia Feng had no desire to waste words with the Dragon Soul. People like them always carried themselves with a condescending attitude, as if they were the supreme beings of this world.
It was true that the heavens had bestowed their favor upon them.
But that was in the past. The current Heavenly Dao was human-centric, meaning everything they possessed was granted by humans.
Xia Feng wondered what arrogance the Dragon Soul, now capable of manifesting a physical form, could possibly still harbor.
However, Xia Feng's words left the Dragon Soul speechless and too intimidated to retort.
Strength was paramount, and the Dragon race inherently valued it above all else. As long as you were stronger than them, they would recognize your excellence.
This was precisely the case with Xia Feng now. He was at the Great Perfection of the Saint Emperor realm, a level he considered invincible, so immensely powerful that it defied comprehension.
"Yes, respected human. Please, ask."
The Dragon Soul finally lowered its proud head and looked at Xia Feng with sincerity.
In the face of absolute power, all pride was but fleeting mist.
It was the same among people. Those who were wealthy and influential were often arrogant, looking down on others, deeming them unworthy, and assuming an air of supreme self-importance that was frankly nauseating.
In reality, such individuals were far from uncommon.
They never seemed to grasp that without the efforts of those who contributed, they themselves would be nothing.
Enjoying societal benefits, they never contributed back to society.
Great towers rose from the ground, yet they only knew how much money it cost to build them, never bothering to thank the individuals who participated in their construction.
Seeing the Dragon Soul's newfound docility, Xia Feng began to question, "Who are you? And where have the Dragon race of the Saint Realm gone?"
"Replying to the Saint Emperor, I am a minor general of the Dragon race. Ten thousand years ago, someone descended upon the Saint Realm and took control of the entire Dragon race, leading them away. Those who resisted were all slaughtered. I was one of those who were killed. For some reason, my soul did not reincarnate and instead drifted in the Saint Realm, gradually transforming into a wisp of lingering soul, losing consciousness. During the period I lost consciousness, I do not know what I did."
The Dragon Soul finished speaking with a somber expression, as if bearing a deep sorrow.
It was understandable, after all. Their entire race had either been captured or massacred. No one would be happy in such a situation.
"Someone took all of you away?"
Before Xia Feng could speak, the little piglet interjected with a question.
It seemed to have recalled something.
"Yes, and it was a single individual, shrouded in black robes, whose appearance was utterly indiscernible. His strength was impossible to gauge, unfathomably deep, as if his power were boundless," the Dragon Soul said, a hint of fear appearing in its eyes, as if reliving the scene of the massacre.
After all, the Dragon Soul was someone who had personally experienced it, being a target of the slaughter.
Otherwise, it would not be a mere wisp of a soul now.
After speaking, the Dragon Soul suddenly remembered something else and exclaimed, "That's right! His power does not belong to this world!"
Power not belonging to this world.
It must have come from above the Saint Realm. It was unlikely that someone from the Divine Realm could slaughter the Dragon race.
Therefore, this person must have originated from the Chaos Realm, or even a higher plane.
Upon hearing this, the little piglet seemed to understand something, its eyes becoming thoughtful and its expression one of deep contemplation.
Xia Feng watched for a moment and then asked, "Did you remember something?"
The little piglet nodded, its face becoming serious. "Master, perhaps the worst has happened."
Xia Feng was taken aback, realizing that something he was unaware of must have occurred.
"It concerns me, doesn't it? And the Dragon race was likely taken by my adversary," Xia Feng said, looking at the little piglet.
Xia Feng was not foolish. If he had no adversary, there would be no reason for his rebirth.
The little piglet paused slightly upon hearing this.
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