614 Bold 2 (2/2)
”Ancestor, we humbly plead for your mighty presence.”
Dyon watched this scene with a deep frown on his expression. However, unfortunately for Chenglei's father, Dyon had already calculated for such a variable and Ancestor Belmont had long since acted.
Just as the Daiyu were about to sigh in relief, another spear appeared, breaking out of its spatial concealment.
Almost as though it was perfectly choreographed, Chengeli's father's body fell, perfectly concealing the spear from Chenglei's view until the final moment.
In that instant, Dyon almost relaxed. He almost let his guard down… He almost felt like after days of fighting, he wouldn't have anything to worry about anymore…
But he was wrong…
Just when the spear was inches from Chenglei's forehead, a formless energy erupted as a door opened from the skies. Everything seemed to freeze in space, unwilling to move and agitate this figure.
The only person remaining who could seemingly move freely was Dyon. But, even he could do nothing as a man standing ten meters tall stepped out of the foggy door…
Despite his height, his long jet-black hair reached down his back, only ending at his ankles. He wore a tight fitting Changpao with silver embroidery, nearly bursting at its seams with the robustness of his solid build. His eyes were cold and yellow slits, flickering like a wild animal despite the contradictory calm nature of his chiselled features. This was without a doubt, the Daiyu Ancestor.
Lionel was able to summon his ancestor directly from their tombs. However, Chenglei hadn't had this luxury. Unless the Daiyu Ancestor was willing to use his own power to connect to this space through Chenglei's bloodline, all of Chenglei's chanting would have been for naught…
But not only did this ancestor come… He didn't wait for Chenglei to finish praising him… Something that had never happened in the history of the Daiyu.
The truth was that Chenglei had long since finished the writs to the universe. The only remaining part of the ceremony was praise for the ancestor he wanted to call, a tradition added by none other than the arrogant Dragons themselves. After all, if normal dragons were already sovereigns, how could those powerful enough to be ancestors not be even more so?
And yet, this ancestor had ignored all of that and if who his gaze landed on was any indication… The was seemingly related to Dyon…
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