Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2052 Chapter 980: Dream Dragon (Part 2)

A frown creased Mo Hua’s brow.

If he lacked the Bloodline of the Great Wilderness, what was the point of all this chatter?

"However," the Dragon Emperor spoke up once more, "the legacy of the Great Wilderness is not restricted solely to those of royal descent."

"The sovereigns possess their royal legacy."

"The aristocrats hold their noble legacy."

"And even the common folk have a legacy of their own..."

Realization dawned on Mo Hua, and he nodded. "So, you are implying that since I am a 'commoner,' I am eligible to study the inheritance of the Great Wilderness commoners?"

"Precisely." The Dragon Emperor gave a nod of affirmation.

The inheritance of the Great Wilderness commoners...

Mo Hua weighed the thought in his mind.

The distinction between royalty and commoners held no weight for him.

Whether it be the Dao of Heaven and Earth or the countless Taoist Skills, they might differ in Grade, and individuals might hold varying social standings. Yet, regardless of prestige or power, every path is a fragment of the "Great Dao."

Any technique is sufficient as long as it is functional, effective, and serves a purpose.

There was no reason to chase after something simply because it appeared "grand and noble."

Furthermore, Mo Hua felt a spark of curiosity regarding what the commoner’s inheritance of the Great Wilderness actually entailed...

As Mo Hua remained lost in reflection, the Dragon Emperor continued from his high perch:

"Since your Bloodline is incompatible, the royal legacy cannot be granted to you. However, as for the commoner's legacy, I, the emperor, am willing to 'bestow' it upon you."

Mo Hua nodded, replying, "Then bestow it upon me."

Though the word "bestow" was used, his tone carried the weight of a command.

Suppressing his irritation, the Dragon Emperor spoke with a voice that resonated like a massive bronze bell:

"Then get down on your knees."

Mo Hua’s brow furrowed again. "Why must I kneel once more?"

The Dragon Emperor spoke with immense solemnity: "This is the sacred rite of the Great Wilderness inheritance. You must kneel and offer your submission to the Great Wilderness and the Dragon Vein. Only then can I grant the inheritance to you."

Mo Hua let out a cold sneer. "In that case, forget it. I don't want it."

Throughout life, one kneels to the heavens, the earth, and one's parents. Did a mere royal from the Great Wilderness truly deserve his prostration?

Missing out on the Great Wilderness inheritance was no great loss.

The Dragon Emperor’s expression darkened. "You refuse it?"

"That's right, I don't want it," Mo Hua confirmed. He then added, "Send me back."

His time was too valuable; he needed to return to his research on Array Formations.

If the Great Wilderness wouldn't provide these legacies, he would simply resolve the mysteries himself and Cultivate a dragon of his own making.

The Dragon Emperor remained motionless and silent for a moment before shaking his head:

"That is impossible. You are required to learn this inheritance!"

Sensing a shift in the air, Mo Hua’s gaze turned sharp and unfriendly. "What is that supposed to mean?"

The Dragon Emperor’s eyes widened, his aura shifting violently. Extending his dark, azure claws—which shimmered with a lethal light—he pointed at Mo Hua with overwhelming force and thundered:

"Kneel!"

Mo Hua laughed coldly, remaining unbothered, though his expression flickered slightly a second later.

An immense, unstoppable pressure suddenly plummeted from the void.

A crushing weight bore down on him as a strange energy surged toward his knees, attempting to force them to the ground.

"This is...!"

Mo Hua was internally shocked.

He could sense a power resembling a Law saturating the Dragon Hall.

The majestic dragon aura of the Great Wilderness, merged with the weight of imperial authority, was insidiously gnawing at his Divine Thought. It sought to plant a seed of "submission" within him, demanding he bow.

Mo Hua quickly grasped the Law of causality at play here.

The moment he knelt, a trace of servitude would take root in his Divine Soul.

Once servitude entered the mind, it would grow and weave itself into his consciousness, eventually becoming a habit.

In time, he would be conditioned to be a "slave" to the royal authority and dragon majesty of the Great Wilderness, submitting of his own free will.

This force, which utilized Divine Thought as its conduit, was a high-level power of "Law."

For a brief moment, even Mo Hua felt the sensation was nearly impossible to fight; his legs felt heavy, as if he were about to sink to the floor.

Mo Hua sneered inwardly, instantly triggering his Origin of Dao to repel the encroaching "dragon's majesty."

At the same time, he steadied his heart, employing meditation and his natural Taoist Skill to crush the impulse of servitude beneath the imperial weight.

Despite the mountain-like pressure, Mo Hua stood firm.

The Dragon Emperor was stunned by the sight. A light then flickered in his draconic eyes, projecting the supreme aura of an absolute ruler.

He spoke with deliberate slowness, each word striking like a heavy bell.

Every syllable dripped with imperial power and was saturated with Bloodline Power.

"You slew this emperor's dragon general. Yet, this emperor is merciful, granting you a pardon and even intending to raise your status by inducting you into the Imperial Guard."

"This is your reward, a blessing granted by my hand."

"You ought to kneel, bow with devotion, and offer thanks for the emperor's profound grace."

His words carried a bizarre, seductive charm.

But Mo Hua did not bend; his eyes remained cold and detached.

Displeasure flashed in the Dragon Emperor's eyes as he pressed on:

"This is the grace bestowed upon you by the emperor."

"You should count yourself lucky and honored. You should prostrate yourself and kneel, feeling the depth of the emperor's vast mercy."

"Only then shall the emperor grant you the Great Wilderness legacy."

"Your birth is lowly, your parents were mere commoners, and you have inherited a pathetic Bloodline from them."

"Only through the emperor's favor can you discard your origins, transform yourself, and challenge your destiny..."

...

Mo Hua’s expression went cold instantly. His eyes flashed with a freezing light as he pointed directly at the Dragon Emperor and spat: "You old lizard, how dare you?"

"Who do you think you are? How dare you insult my parents?"

The Dragon Emperor froze, his face filled with sheer incredulity.

In all his time upon the throne, being worshiped by the masses, no one had ever dared to speak such profanity or utter such treasonous filth to his face!

It was an unspeakable insult!

By the letter of the law, the boy should be executed and his entire lineage erased!

The Dragon Emperor’s dignified facade shattered; his eyes bulged with fury, and his dragon scales bristled.

But Mo Hua was just as livid.

"You old fossil, you don't know your place!"

He stopped holding back. Fully unleashing his Divine Thought of Dao transformation, his entire form erupted in a brilliant, blinding radiance of golden light.