Clan Cultivation: Starting with Building an Island Immortal City

69: The patriarch’s magnanimity and the imposing presence of his rankInside the bamboo house, the flames in the fire pit crackled, illuminating Li Yinglong’s calm yet slightly solemn face.

He recounted how he observed the murals, how his mind was drawn into the illusion, how his Qi and blood stirred, and how this seemed to awaken a hidden power, omitting the core details of the System, the true dragon source blood, and the Nine Transformations of the True Dragon.

He spoke slowly, using phrases like “gained some insights,” “Bloodline revival,” and “old injuries seem to have eased.”

His mind was highly concentrated, the Azure Dragon Origin within him was like a vast ocean in reserve, and his Divine Sense was like an invisible giant net, covering the surrounding area. He had already deduced countless possibilities:

Clan Chief Dragon Stone might be enraged that an outsider had glimpsed the Legacy’s secret, or he might question the veracity of his words, or even use the clan’s secret techniques to forcibly investigate... He had prepared for the worst, ready to unleash a thunderous response at a single thought.

However, it turned out he had overthought things.

Clan Chief Dragon Stone remained seated on the beast-skin cushion, the ancient cloud patterns on his indigo priestly robe seeming to flow slowly with a life of their own under the firelight.

He listened as if merely hearing an old friend recount an anecdote from the mountains.

His aura subtly aligned with the surrounding bamboo, earth, and even the rhythm of the dancing flames, becoming one with them.

It wasn’t until Li Yinglong finished speaking that he raised his hand to pick up the ceramic pot, refilling the slightly cooled herbal tea in front of Li Yinglong to seven-tenths full. His movements were fluid and natural, without a hint of artificiality.

Not only was there no displeasure on his face, but instead, a gentle smile of understanding appeared as he slowly spoke, his voice still mellow like aged cellar wine:

“Mr. Li, your honesty confirms the vague revelation my Mother Earth gave me.”

Li Yinglong was startled:

“Revelation?”

“Mr. is also aware that I am not only the Clan Chief of the Angry Dragon Clan but also the clan’s Great Priest. I serve the ancestral spirits daily and communicate with heaven and earth.”

Clan Chief Dragon Stone lightly tapped the dark blue gem on his forehead, his words carrying an ancient reverence:

“When Mr. first arrived in our village, through my communion with heaven and earth, I sensed an unusual aura lingering around Mr. It was not any earthly dragon spirit power I was familiar with; its essence was vast and ancient, like primeval starlight, like the pulse of the primordial Chaos, resonating with the earth beneath my feet and these hundred thousand great mountains. However, this sensation was as ethereal as mist, like looking at flowers through a fog, difficult to grasp. I feared it was an illusion, or that I might be presumptuous, so I did not speak of it directly.”

He looked at Li Yinglong with a gentle gaze and continued:

“Now, hearing Mr.’s words, I finally understand.”

“It turns out that Mr. also has noble Dragon Bloodline flowing within him. Although the Origins are different, separated by countless mountains and rivers, tracing back to the Origin, they both come from the primordial heaven and earth, bathed in the spiritual essence of the Great Dao.”

“Mr. obtaining this Opportunity before the ancestral murals is no coincidence; it is truly the will of the ancestral spirits, guided by Mother Earth, to bring forth the recognition and understanding of kindred Bloodline. This is a gift from heaven and earth, a meeting of kin, the Dao of nature. How can there be any talk of ‘confession’?”

Upon hearing this, Li Yinglong’s heart was greatly shaken. All his prepared excuses and defenses seemed so ridiculous and narrow-minded at this moment.

His perceived secrets and considerations had already been glimpsed by a trace in the face of the other party’s primal wisdom, which communicated directly with heaven and earth.

The other party was not unaware; he simply chose to trust, observing the changes from a grander, more inclusive perspective.

This breadth of mind and wisdom made him feel a genuine sense of shame and admiration.

“Clan Chief’s breadth of mind is as vast as the sea. It is I, Li, who was shallow.”

Li Yinglong sighed deeply, his inner turmoil completely gone, his thoughts clear and unobstructed: