Wu Gengji, I will become Zi Yu's apprentice at the beginning! ! !

Chapter 272: Red Dragon's Narration

Chi Long pondered for a while, and actually nodded and agreed: "Okay." Wang Hun was a little surprised, thinking: "He actually agreed so easily, does he have other plans?" He couldn't help but ask: "You agreed so easily?"

The Red Dragon raised his head and burst into a hearty laugh, with some admiration for Wang Hun in his laughter: "If it is the Black Dragon, I know very well that even at my peak, I would never be his opponent. Although you are also a rare and powerful opponent in the world, you are still a little worse than him. However, you are still young, have great potential, and have a lot of room for growth." He still recognized Wang Hun's potential in his heart, and hoped to see him become stronger.

Wang Hun just smiled faintly. He didn't care about Chi Long's evaluation. He cared more about improving his own strength. He sat down calmly. He began to circulate the immortal world's divine power in his body. The divine power was like a trickle, slowly flowing through his meridians. He felt the divine power nourishing his tired body, and silently prayed in his heart that he could recover his physical strength as soon as possible and prepare for the next battle.

At the same time, he looked at Chilong and said, "In that case, tell me what the world was like a hundred thousand years ago." He was full of curiosity about that distant era and hoped to get some useful information from Chilong's story.

Chilong was stunned at first, then he laughed inexplicably twice, thinking to himself: "This kid is still interested in the past. Well, I'll tell him about it as a warm-up before the fierce battle."

He also sat down slowly and said, "Okay, I'll tell you how rare it is to have someone like you in this era." Wang Hun's eyes flashed with anticipation, and he said, "I'm all ears."

The red dragon raised his head slightly, his eyes seemed to be able to see through the endless years, just like two sharp arrows of light, slowly cutting through the curtain of time, and said: "One hundred thousand years ago, when chaos first began, the world was vast and boundless, as if it was an unknown area shrouded in fog. At that time, countless races, big and small, emerged in this world like mushrooms after rain. The Protoss, the Hades, the Xingtian, the Siren, the Jinwu, the Zerg, the Spirit Eye, etc., they are like the twinkling stars in the night sky, each struggling to find a way to survive in this vast world that seems like a vast universe. Among them, the Protoss is composed of the Dragon, Pangu, Feather Horned God, and Yanhuang tribes, four tribes that were as noble as shining pearls at the time. These four tribes are like four pillars supporting the Protoss Hall."

Wang Hun nodded slightly, a hint of realization flashed in his eyes, and he said thoughtfully: "So that's how it is. The God Clan is really not a single race."

The red dragon continued, "Of course. Pangu, as the leader of the gods, although his own strength has not reached the top level, he has a mind as deep as the universe and an eloquence that can bewitch people. It seems that he has mastered mysterious magic and can skillfully drive others to work for him. Although he is vindictive, his revengeful heart is like a raging volcanic eruption, hot and violent. He has done all kinds of bad things, as if a raging wind swept everything away, but he also rewards and punishes clearly, and his fairness is like the scorching sun hanging high in the sky. He almost never acts in favoritism and corruption, just like a towering mountain, unmoved by external things."

Wang Hun said: "This is indeed one of his few advantages."

The red dragon narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes flickered like cold stars in the dark night. He continued, "He can sit firmly on the position of clan leader and persuade those who are stronger than him to serve him. Naturally, he is not an ordinary person. In that turbulent era, he relied on his unique and extraordinary leadership skills, like a bright light, leading the Protoss to rise rapidly among many powerful races. The momentum of that rise was like a surging tide, unstoppable."

Wang Hun's face was as gloomy as water, and he said in a deep voice: "Go on."

The red dragon continued, "At that time, Pangu had ten great warriors working for him, five of whom were our five great ancient dragons. Our ancient dragon clan was so powerful at that time that it was like thunder that could shake the heaven and earth, and we occupied half of the powerful men under Pangu. The ancient dragon clan was born extraordinary. Except for the white dragon, they all had a fanatical pursuit of fighting. Especially the black dragon, he was the strongest warrior, and his brave and fearless attitude was like a phoenix reborn from the ashes. He was imposing and invincible on the battlefield, like a god of war. However, we have no desire for the ruling power, so we choose to assist the clan leader and serve him."

Wang Hun exclaimed: "Half of them, the Ancient Dragon Clan is really powerful."

Chilong continued, "There are five more people, namely Dayi. He was like the god of arrows who came to the mortal world. He shot and killed nine of the ten golden crows one by one. His archery skills were so superb that he seemed to be able to travel through time and space and hit the target directly. There was also Nüba, who later betrayed the clan leader. She was like a meteor that originally shone in the sky, but suddenly deviated from its orbit and fell into endless darkness. There were also Xuanyuan and Shennong, both of whom were outstanding representatives of the Yanhuang clan, like two shining stars, illuminating the glory of the Yanhuang clan. There was also Fuxi, who was always regarded as an old charlatan. They all belonged to the Yanhuang clan, a clan with strong strength, but still slightly inferior to the dragon clan, just like the beautiful moonlight, but it could not compete with the scorching sun."

Wang Hun continued: "Then there are still five people."

Chilong explained, "The other five are Dayi, the Ten Golden Crows, nine of which he shot one by one, and Nüba, who betrayed the clan leader, Xuanyuan and Shennong, and that old charlatan Fuxi. They are all from the Yanhuang clan, which is very powerful, but still a little inferior to the Dragon clan."

Wang Hun knew that this information contained great value. He keenly grasped the key and asked, "Fuxi?"

Chilong asked with a puzzled look on his face: "You are actually interested in Fuxi?"

Wang Hun answered without hesitation: "Yes."

Chilong went on to say, "Fuxi is an old charlatan who talks nonsense all day long, like a mysterious immortal wandering between the mortal world and the fairyland. He is the oldest old god, with more experience than the clan leader. He is the clan leader's most trusted deputy, good at deduction, divination and spells. His deduction ability seems to be able to peek into the direction of the river of fate, his divination skill is like being able to listen to the oracle of heaven, and his spell power is like being able to summon mysterious forces. However, his fighting skills are only mediocre, like a sword that has been covered in dust for a long time and has a slightly dull edge. Although it is still lethal, it is no longer as sharp as before."

Wang Hun asked, "What happened next? Was Fuxi killed by the black dragon?"