Chapter 2649: True Identity? (2/2)

“Are you really a human from our Alien Lands?” Fei Yanzi hesitated for a second before asking. “Or what I want to ask is, which alien race are you from?”

Huang Xiaolong was surprised.

Just this? He thought she had something important to ask.

In fact, the Alien Lands’ various forces were guessing his identity. They were wondering if he was really a human native to the Alien Lands, or if he came from the Holy World. Fen Yanzi wanted to confirm this point?

“No, I am not asking if you’re from the Holy World,” Fei Yanzi quickly explained when she noticed Huang Xiaolong’s expression and shook her head. She went on to recount Huang Xiaolong’s situation during the sacrificial ritual, and then briefly told Huang Xiaolong about their Flying Heaven Race’s ancient records regarding the God of Creation and Son of Creation.

“God of Creation? Son of Creation?” Huang Xiaolong was piqued.

There is something like the God of Creation Yellow Dragon’s bloodline?

Huang Xiaolong felt as if he was handed pieces of puzzles, and he didn't know where to start.

Is Fei Yanzi asking if I am the Son of Creation? How is that possible? These were the first thoughts that crossed Huang Xiaolong’s mind, and he found it funny. How can I be the Son of Creation? I am but the most ordinary mortal from the lower worlds, the most ordinary of Huang Clan Manor’s disciples. I have persisted with my cultivation path and achieved what I have today, step by step.

Although he had suspected his true identity, Huang Xiaolong thought that saying that he was the Son of Creation was the furthest thing from the truth.

“Patriarch Fei Yanzi, you’re probably mistaken. My bloodline shouldn’t be the God of Creation’s bloodline.” Huang Xiaolong smiled. “How could I be the Son of Creation? In truth, I am nothing more than an ordinary mortal family’s disciple.”

Fei Yanzi looked like the cat had got her tongue, “Mortal world?”

Huang Xiaolong had nothing to conceal and briefly told Fei Yanzi that he was a small clan’s disciple from the mortal world.

Fei Yanzi’s eyes widened in disbelief, as she had thought of many possibilities but never had it occurred to her that Huang Xiaolong was actually a disciple from the lower worlds’ mortal world.

This idea was simply unbelievable.

A mortal world’s disciple came this far? He grew strong to the point that the Primal Ancestors are wary of him? This, how is this possible? Fei Yanzi had a hard time believing that.

“In truth, not only you, I myself can't believe it.” Huang Xiaolong shook his head self-deprecatingly and added, “Sometimes, even I have doubted my true identity, thinking if I am some big shot’s reincarnation. However, saying that I am the Son of Creation is really impossible. How could I be the Son of Creation?”

“Why impossible?” Fei Yanzi suddenly retorted sonorously.

Huang Xiaolong blanked for a second.

Why impossible? This…

“Just because you were born in the mortal world, why is it not possible for you to be the Son of Creation?” Fei Yanzi pressed on.

Huang Xiaolong looked dazedly at Fei Yanzi. She’s right, ah. Just because I was born in the lower worlds’ mortal world, why can’t I be the Son of Creation? Huang Xiaolong fell into contemplation.

“If you are not the Son of Creation, and you don’t have the God of Creation’s bloodline, then how come you have achieved what you have achieved so far by being a mere mortal?” Fei Yanzi argued. “Moreover, if you are not the Son of Creation, how can you possess such frightening combat power?”

Huang Xiaolong continued to remain silent.

An hour later, Huang Xiaolong and Fei Yanzi arrived at the highest floor of the Flying Heaven Race's bibliotheca and found the ancient record describing the God of Creation at the deepest area.

There was a kind of mysterious energy around the ancient record that one couldn’t read with their divine sense. Instead, they had to flip through the pages one by one. When Huang Xiaolong opened the cover and turned to the first page, his hand was trembling. Although he had never seen this ancient record before, inexplicably, there was a familiar feeling, as if he had seen it in his dream?

When he flipped to the first page, suddenly, a light flew out from the ancient record.