Chapter 1768 - 317: (End of Volume)

Li Zhiyuan: "The lamp is out."

As soon as the words were spoken, the amber hue enveloping the surroundings began to burn, quickly becoming ephemeral.

Zhao Lu Hai, who had just repaired his body and stepped out of the cover, only managed to take this step; the next step, he could never take.

Not only could his body not move, but even the foremost foot began to catch fire.

Zhao Lu Hai: "This... How is this possible?"

Deep below, those ancestors of the Zhao family, who were almost all missing arms or legs, plunged into madness upon discovering that they too were catching fire.

Some shouted, some roared, some cried... some knelt and kowtowed, not knowing whether they were pleading for the heavens' blessing or their ancestors' blessing.

Everything here, even their existence, was built upon that flame flickering atop Zhao Wuyang's head.

The extinguishing of the flame marked the end of their dream of immortality.

Zhao Lu Hai: "Why... How could this happen?"

Up until now, Zhao Lu Hai still couldn't understand why, even though he was the one with complete control, the situation suddenly took a sharp downturn, leaving him no room for struggle.

Now, the only thing he could do was wait to die.

Li Zhiyuan wobbly stood up, first wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his right hand, then rubbing his eyes with his left hand.

The boy's current appearance was somewhat disheveled.

Fortunately,

he succeeded.

He looked up, opened his eyes, gazed at Zhao Lu Hai before him, and then at the Zhao family ancestors below.

Li Zhiyuan thought it was too lenient to let them simply burn to death.

After all, they had enjoyed it for so many years.

Although such enjoyment, to the boy, was not only meaningless but absurd and ridiculous, they genuinely believed it.

The boy gently shook his head.

No,

I can't let you die so easily.

The utterly ill Li Lan had already shown the distinction between "human" and "god," and in her perspective, most people in this world could not be considered her kind.

Although Li Zhiyuan's illness had been controlled and improved, some previous habitual consciousness had not yet completely disappeared.

Therefore, Zhao Yi's anger when he saw this scene was mainly due to his surname being Zhao, and he always regarded ancestors as life guides.

Li Zhiyuan, on the other hand, seems to view Zhao Wuyang as his "kind," just as he quickly accepted Xue Liangliang before.

Additionally, the full table of ancestral tablets placed on the altar in the East Room hall was also deepening his perception invisibly.

Thus, what the Zhao family did to Zhao Wuyang gave Li Zhiyuan a sense of "injury to similar beings."

The boy truly noticed the anger emerging in his heart.

Li Zhiyuan would cherish all feelings born from within himself and felt he should account for it.

Coincidentally, the boy had the idea to try something after seeing so many grown fish in the pond in his subconscious.

Previously, he only threw feed into the pond and never fished, let alone netted.

It was the first time, and without references, he had to rely on his own exploration and deduction, which took time.

This is about creating a new skill, or rather, a new secret technique that only Li Zhiyuan himself could use.

Therefore, Li Zhiyuan hoped Zhao Lu Hai would die slower, as he was such a good experimental subject, including those Zhao family ancestors below who were screaming ghostly wails.

Zhao Lu Hai was the connecting point here, destined to die, and he could expedite this process.

He needed to give him something to hold on to, incentivizing him to endure a little longer.

For instance, actively chatting with him.

Coincidentally, Zhao Lu Hai was also filled with confusion right now.

"Your layout is indeed ingenious. I think if you hadn't spent your remaining life pondering how to live like a food-guarding dog and instead focused on other aspects, I might have flipped through your book in the basement at home."

"At the Dragon King Ancestral Mansion... Scripture Pavilion?"

"No, it's the basement of a rural self-built house in Shinan Town Si Yuan Village."

The anger in Zhao Lu Hai's eyes nearly became tangible, as he felt the boy was humiliating him as the victorious side.

But the boy being willing to speak with him at this moment was also his urgent need right now; he wanted to die knowing!

"How is it that you can ignite that lamp, even if you entered the Dragon King's Courts of the two families, it wouldn't reach the extent to manipulate the Dragon King's lamp!"

It can be said that Zhao Lu Hai spent his life guarding this lamp, believing no one in this world understood its properties better than him.

Even though the boy previously reported the names of the Dragon King's Courts of the two families, even if the boy succeeded in joining the Dragon King's Courts as a disciple, he still felt this lamp shouldn't be lit!

Li Zhiyuan used his left hand again to rub his eyes, extended his right hand, and pointed to the Great Elder behind Zhao Lu Hai, who had been shocked into a statue with an open mouth by the scene before his eyes.

"He should know why.

Because I am the sole inheritor of Dragon King Qin and Dragon King Liu, the contemporary inheritor of the Dragon King's Courts of both families."

Zhao Lu Hai wasn't aware of the changes in the Qin and Liu families; in his understanding, the Dragon King's Court was still a towering existence like lush branches and leaves.

Thus he naturally assumed the boy was an offshoot emerging from the two families, but actually, Li Zhiyuan was the root tightly intertwined with the two Dragon King's Courts.

Before Alii officially performed the ceremony, he, Li Zhiyuan, was the sole member of the Qin and Liu families' generation.