Dragon God Supreme

Chapter 1445: Chapter 1444: Heart-Wrenching Pain

Spirit Beast Clan’s main hall.

Feng Wuchen recounted the events, and only then did Man Zhan and the others know that Feng Wuchen had been on the Tianhun Mainland all these years before ascending to the Heavenly Realm.

“Brother Long, aren’t you being too monstrous? It’s been less than two years since you ascended to the Heavenly Realm, and you’ve already broken through from the Heavenly Profound Realm to the late Heavenly Deity Realm!” Barren Wind exclaimed, his eyes wide with shock.

Such terrifying cultivation speed is truly beyond anyone’s reach.

Man Zhonglou chuckled lightly, “Re-forging yourself once has greatly benefited you.”

“So it was the Clan Leader of the Dragon Clan who exhausted his Primordial Spirit to make you reborn. No wonder the Dragon God Clan has been quiet all these years. I suppose the Clan Leader’s Primordial Spirit hasn’t fully recovered yet,” Man Zhan nodded.

“At first, I didn’t believe it, but as my cultivation level increased and my memories of my past life recovered, I began to believe I was the Young Master of the Dragon God Clan. The last time I came to the Heavenly Tomb, my memories hadn’t fully awakened, and the Dragon Venerable sealed memories of the Spirit Beast Clan, so only after my memories fully awakened did I come,” Feng Wuchen said bitterly, with a hint of sorrow in his words.

“Now that my memories have returned, it takes courage for me to dare step into the Spirit Beast Clan. Every time I think of those past events, it pains my heart,” Feng Wuchen continued.

“The Dragon Venerable is our only friend in the Spirit Beast Clan, and we believe you would never harm them. It’s been years, you should let go. It wasn’t your fault, the Spirit Beast Clan doesn’t blame you,” the Great Elder comforted.

“Yes, Brother Long, don’t dwell on past events. Wu Er and the others wouldn’t blame you. We were worried about you when you didn’t come for a long time back then,” added Barren Wind.

Man Zhan patted Feng Wuchen’s shoulder jokingly, “When did the mighty Dragon God Supreme become so fragile?”

Hearing this, Feng Wuchen shook his head lightly with a smile.

“Dragon Venerable, Wu Er and the others’ revenge is still waiting for you,” a certain elder said.

“Clan Leader, Elders, rest assured, I will take revenge,” Feng Wuchen declared firmly; such a great vendetta, how could he forget?

“Come, let’s take you to see Wu Er and Xiao Kuang, they are buried at Mount Wu Er,” Man Zhan said with a smile.

“Mount Wu Er?” Feng Wuchen was taken aback but soon understood; this mountain was named after Man Wuer.

Mount Wu Er was not far behind the Spirit Beast Clan’s territory.

Man Zhan and Barren Wind led Feng Wuchen on foot and brought along good wine.

Mount Wu Er has six graves built, dedicated to Man Wuer and the six sacrificed in battle back then.

They were heroes of the Spirit Beast Clan!

“Wu Er, Xiao Kuang, how have you been recently? Look who has come to see you, the Dragon Venerable has returned, the Dragon Venerable has been reborn, we will definitely take revenge for you, and you can rest easy,” Man Zhan said happily.

Seeing the six graves of Man Wuer, Feng Wuchen couldn’t help but feel a surge of intense grief, tears uncontrollably slid down.

Especially looking at Man Wuer’s anger, Feng Wuchen felt a heart-wrenching pain.

“A man doesn’t easily cry, unless in moments of sadness.”

“Wu Er, Xiao Kuang, I’ve come to see you,” Feng Wuchen choked, then poured a line of wine before the graves.

“Brother Long.” Seeing Feng Wuchen’s expression of sorrow, Barren Wind felt uncomfortable too.

“Dragon Venerable, it’s rare that we gather together again, let’s have a drink,” Man Zhan said with a happy smile, though the pain in his heart was no less than Feng Wuchen’s.

Thinking back to when the nine of them laughed together, drank together, and trained together, days were happy and carefree.

But now only the three of them remain; when gathering again, all that’s left is grief and longing.

“Wu Er, Xiao Kuang, I offer you another toast,” Feng Wuchen said, draining the cup of wine.

In Feng Wuchen’s mind, memories of the joyful times lingered vividly.

“Cheers!” Man Zhan and Barren Wind shouted.

“Wu Er, I’m sorry, I failed to protect you,” Feng Wuchen thought sorrowfully; the more he thought, the more tortured he felt, such excruciating pain made even death seem bearable.

Man Zhan patted Barren Wind’s shoulder, signaling to let Feng Wuchen have some peace.