47: Chapter 47 Becoming a God

Wang Dashan's smile faltered. "That wasn't... just a moment of anger."

"A moment of anger?" Li Xiulan raised an eyebrow. "You spent three whole days seriously analyzing it with me, saying that there was no hope for the child's awakening and that we should arrange a normal path for him sooner rather than later."

Wang Dashan coughed dryly, quickly changing the subject. "I didn't expect it either!"

"The child only awakened at eighteen; I thought that was it for his life."

"Who knew that less than a month after awakening, he would kill someone with strength close to level four."

"Before this, my friends all mocked me, saying that while Mr. Chen Long had been awe-inspiring his whole life, he ended up with a good-for-nothing son."

"You didn't see the look on their faces; they comforted me on the surface, but who knows how happy they were laughing behind my back."

Li Xiulan didn't speak, just watched him quietly.

She knew her man too well.

All those idle gossips over the years—although he never showed it in front of her, she knew he remembered every single word.

"Now they won't be able to laugh."

"No, I have to tell them this news! Right now! Let's see how they mock me now!"

After saying this, he walked towards the door.

"You should take Xiao Yueyue to sleep; I'll be back before dawn." He waved his hand behind him without turning his head.

"Alright."

Wang Dashan stepped out of the door, and the night wind brushed against his face.

The air currents around him suddenly began to swirl.

The currents spun faster and faster, wrapping around his body and lifting him slowly into the air.

..Roar..

A low dragon's roar exploded from within the clouds.

Cyan scales shimmered with a cold, eerie luster under the moonlight, surging out from beneath his skin, piece by piece, covering his entire body.

A cyan giant dragon, a hundred zhang long, stretched across the night sky.

Fine electric arcs crackled and coiled around its body.

The sounds of wind, thunder, and the dragon's roar intertwined and gradually faded into the distance.

On the other side.

Captain Huo Xiao, sitting in the helicopter, suddenly felt the fuselage shake violently, and he was jolted to the side.

He immediately sat upright, pressed his headset, and asked the pilot, "What's going on?"

The pilot's voice came through the headset, "I don't know! A sudden gust of wind!"

"It's no good, the helicopter is being affected by the air currents, flight is restricted! I can't hold the control stick!"

Captain Huo Xiao frowned and glanced out through the porthole.

He suddenly froze.

Outside the porthole, above the distant clouds, a huge shadow was moving.

The shadow was so massive that Captain Huo Xiao initially thought he had seen wrong—how could the clouds split open on their own?

But the next second, that "opening" twisted, revealing a body covered in cyan scales.

Captain Huo Xiao's pupils constricted sharply.

It was a dragon.

A cyan giant dragon, a hundred zhang long, was traveling above the clouds.

Its dragon body wound through the air, with fine electric arcs coiling around it, dyeing the surrounding clouds a cyan-purple.

That head—just that head alone—was larger than their helicopter.

A single eyeball was taller than a person.

Captain Huo Xiao subconsciously held his breath.

Su Wan, beside him, was completely dumbfounded.

She was frozen in her seat.

A dragon.

This creature, even from far away, possessed a sense of oppression that made one feel awe from the depths of their bones.

That wasn't fear, but an instinctive reaction engraved deep within their genes.

"Cap... Captain..." Su Wan's voice trembled. "What is this..."

Captain Huo Xiao's Adam's apple bobbed. "This is Bloodline Atavism... This is Mr. Chen Long's true form."

Su Wan's brain exploded with a buzz.

Mr. Chen Long?

This was actually Wang Dashan, who had been sitting in the same room with them just a moment ago and looked so ordinary?

Su Wan once thought the gap between her and Wang Dashan was like that between an ant and a human,

tiny, but at least they were creatures of the same dimension.

Now she knew.

She didn't even count as an ant.

The air currents stirred up by that giant dragon's flight alone could make their helicopter sway in the air like a piece of paper.

He hadn't even noticed them; they had just happened to be passing by, and they had nearly crashed.

What kind of strength was this?

"Captain... what kind of strength is this?"

Captain Huo Xiao was silent for two seconds before slowly speaking. "When Calamity rises to level nine, one can achieve Bloodline Atavism."

"But beyond level nine... is just a beginning. A dividing line that distinguishes mortals from gods."

"Gods?" Su Wan repeated the word.

In all her years at Dark Blade, the strongest opponents she had ever seen were only level six or seven.

Level nine was already the ceiling in her eyes, the kind of existence that only existed in legends and might not be encountered in a lifetime.

Yet now the Captain was telling her there was a path beyond level nine.

And the end of that path was called godhood.

"Yes." Captain Huo Xiao's voice was very soft. "Mr. Chen Long has the potential to become a god."

"The potential to become a god?" Su Wan repeated it, murmuring.

"Yes, but it is only the potential. To truly become a god... is too difficult."

This phrasing caused a slight tremor in Su Wan's heart.

If even a figure like Mr. Chen Long only "has the potential to become a god," then what kind of existence must a true god be?

She stared blankly at the giant dragon in the distance, murmuring, "I thought level nine was the strongest... I didn't expect one could become a god."

It turned out that the ceiling they had always looked up to was, in the eyes of some, just the starting point.

Just as they were discussing this, Wang Dashan in the distance seemed to have sensed something.

That massive dragon head turned slightly, and an eyeball larger than the helicopter slowly rotated, landing on their tiny helicopter.

In an instant...

Captain Huo Xiao felt his blood freeze.

It wasn't the pressure he had felt before.

It was something else...

Bloodline suppression.

Racial suppression.

Captain Huo Xiao's hand tightened involuntarily on the armrest, his knuckles turning white.

Su Wan curled up in her seat, shivering uncontrollably, her teeth chattering.

The pilot was even more frozen in his seat, his hands gripping the control stick, but he didn't dare to move a muscle.

Three seconds.

The dragon watched them for three seconds.

In those three seconds, Captain Huo Xiao felt like an insect pinned in amber; even breathing became a luxury.

But fortunately, Wang Dashan seemed to have recognized the helicopter.

That massive eyeball turned away.

The dragon head rose again, and the cyan body accelerated through the clouds, speeding off into the distance.

The air currents it stirred up caused the helicopter to shake violently again, but this time, Captain Huo Xiao actually let out a sigh of relief.

He slowly released the armrest, only to find his palms were covered in sweat.

Su Wan's face was as pale as paper, her lips drained of color. "Captain... did he... did he see us?"

"He saw us, he just didn't pay any attention."

This sentence made another layer of cold sweat break out on Su Wan's back.

He couldn't even be bothered to pay attention to them...

"Don't think too much for now; what we first need to consider is: how to complete the mission Mr. Chen Long entrusted to us."

"Otherwise, we still won't escape death."

"We need to protect Wang Lin; first, we must get close to Wang Lin and make him trust us."

Su Wan thought for a moment. "Trust us? That's too difficult; we have a grudge against Wang Lin, this is basically impossible."

Captain Huo Xiao's mouth curled slightly. "No, it's not difficult at all."

"On the contrary, for me, this is the simplest matter..."