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Chapter 6116 It’s all too late
Chen Wanqing’s words were like cold needles, piercing deeply into Chen Tiangang’s eardrums, and kept ringing there.
“David comes from the Dragon Emperor’s bloodline, and the true dragons have come looking for him. If you offend him, you offend the entire dragon race.”
Naga…
These two words, though seemingly light, carried the weight of a thousand pounds, striking Chen Tiangang’s heart with tremendous force.
He stood in the dim and solemn hall of the Chen Clan Ancestral Hall, staring at the ancestral stele that had been enshrined for nearly ten thousand years, and a bitter smile unconsciously curled up at the corner of his mouth.
He has lived for thousands of years, gradually breaking through various levels from a young, ignorant cultivator.
Having experienced countless life and death battles, witnessed the tragic destruction of sects, the collapse of dynasties, the piles of corpses and seas of blood in the war between gods and demons, and seen countless mighty figures fall before his eyes and countless powerhouses simply vanish over time.
What storms and waves, what terrible conspiracies, what desperate situations and dead ends has Chen Tiangang not experienced?
But this time, he clearly felt a bone-piercing chill spread from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, causing his body, which had cultivated to the True Immortal Realm and was almost invulnerable to swords and spears, to tremble slightly uncontrollably.
He was completely wrong.
It was a terrible mistake, a total mistake, so bad that it was as if the only way to save the situation had been cut off by my own hands.
When making those decisions, didn’t he keep telling himself that it was all for the Chen family?
For the eternal benefit of the Chen family for the past thousand years, to preserve the foundation of the Chen family that has stood tall in Yunxian City for a thousand years, and to ensure that the Chen family continues to maintain its position as a leading family in this immortal realm, free from oppression or being swallowed up by others.
As the head of the family, he bears the burden of life, death, honor, and disgrace of the entire clan. Every step he takes is like walking on thin ice, and every choice he makes is related to the fate of millions of clan members.
He believes that everything he does is based on a sense of responsibility to his family.
But why was the ancestral hall so silent at this moment? Only her breathing echoed in the empty room. Her heart felt as if a piece had been ripped out, leaving it empty, cold, and devoid of any sense of self-confidence.
The emptiness and boundless regret he felt was even more unbearable than when he was seriously injured and on the verge of death.
He unconsciously closed his eyes, and the look in David’s eyes as he left the Chen residence immediately appeared before him.
His gaze was cold, as cold as ice that never melts, as cold as a silent night in the middle of the wilderness, without any warmth or emotion.
However, there was no hatred, no resentment, no anger, not even a hint of excessive emotion in those eyes.
It was precisely this extreme calmness and indifference that caused him more grief than overwhelming hatred.
Because that gaze clearly showed him that in David’s eyes, the entire Chen family, including himself, the head of the family who had lived for a thousand years, and the elders who considered themselves superior, were just a bunch of insignificant and unworthy clowns.
They don’t even deserve to be hated.
Chen Tiangang’s heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, the pain making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
Then he remembered the three messengers who had just arrived at Chen’s residence.
Initially, he greeted them with great admiration as dragon envoys, believing that they were ancient dragons descending and this was a great opportunity for the Chen family to gain support from the dragon clan.
But now that I think about it, where is the trace of the sacred and peaceful dragon aura in those three people?
It was a terrifying aura that penetrated to the bone, a demonic energy that made one’s heart tremble and one’s soul tremble. It was a demonic dragon, an evil creature, not a true dragon at all!
He clearly felt something was wrong with the aura, and a sense of alarm crossed his mind, but why did he just ignore it?
Is this because of greed?
Was it because of the countless dragon treasures promised by the three dragon envoys?
It was a rare and precious material, an ancient cultivation technique, and a divine weapon that was enough to make the Chen family’s power soar and allow them to dominate Yunxian City.
Or maybe because he really wanted the treasure buried in that ancient dragon pool?
Would it be too much to use that treasure to allow the Chen family to completely break free from the shackles and step into the ranks of the true top immortal sects?
Greed blinds the mind, and profit clouds judgment.
These eight words, at this moment, were like the sharpest knife, continuously stabbing his conscience.
Chen Tiangang slowly closed his eyes, his old and dignified face filled with fatigue and sadness.
He let out a long breath, a breath that contained almost a thousand years of twists and turns, and endless regrets and self-reproach in this moment.
Wanqing benar.
He was wrong.
He, the head of the family, was incompetent and unable to judge others. For vague and uncertain interests, he conspired against David, who possessed the Dragon Emperor’s bloodline, and pushed the Chen family to the brink of no return.
But now, the mistake has been made, and it is too late to fix it.
What else could he do?
What else could the Chen family do?
Chen Tiangang dragged his extremely heavy steps as he slowly walked out of the Chen Family Ancestral Hall.
The night was pitch black, and there was not a single star in the pitch-black sky. Only the pale, waning moon hung sadly on the horizon, exuding an indescribable silence.
He looked up at the eerily silent night sky, his lips trembling slightly, and muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear, “Hopefully… it’s not too late…”
He didn’t know that the cruelest thing in the world is that when you feel the slightest regret or a glimmer of hope, fate will mercilessly tell you that it’s too late.
At this moment, outside Yunxian City, dust filled the air.
A formidable force of one hundred men rushed towards the city gates.
The sound of horses’ hooves thundered, and the clanking of armor was sharp and cold, bringing with it an undeniable sense of majesty and oppression that frightened the birds and animals along the way and made them scatter, not even daring to breathe.