The life of the Dragon God can be described as a legend.
He grew from an ordinary eight-winged golden dragon to the most powerful one, and everything he experienced was more thrilling than any story.
In the chaotic Qianlong Continent, powerful eight-winged golden dragons are distributed everywhere, occupying their own territories, and there is constant friction between them.
It was a dispute belonging to the Dragon Clan. The Dragon God was born and grew up in this dispute, and witnessed the constant battles among his companions for territory.
When the Dragon God became a real adult eight-winged golden dragon, his power began to show its edge.
The divided Qianlong Continent was united again under his iron fist. All the eight-winged golden dragons were defeated one by one by his hands. They worshiped him as their king and became the unique dragon king in the entire Qianlong Continent.
The Dragon God manages the entire Qianlong Continent. He is benevolent and fair. Under his control, all the dragon clans live in peace and there is no more friction or dispute.
Until that day, a ray of light fell from the sky and chose the Dragon God. The voice from the Lord God pulled him from an ordinary dragon to the world of gods.
Become a god!
If other races of time want to become gods, they must undergo a baptism, completely reborn, shed their original bodies, and survive as gods.
After the Dragon God experienced this baptism, his soul entered the body he would have in the future, and the body belonging to the dragon clan was sealed in his lair. Along with the Dragon King's Order, it was forever sealed and buried deep underground.
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"The body of the Dragon God...is here?" Shen Yanxiao couldn't help but feel a little dazed after reading the last mural.
The huge palace has three corridors leading to different places. The place they are at now is just the entrance to the Dragon God's lair.
"Well, if you are not born in the God Clan and want to ascend to the body, you must not wash away all the dust. The body of the ordinary race cannot withstand the power of the God Clan." Xiu patiently explained to Shen Yanxiao that the power of the God Clan is not just strength.
But it comes from the soul.
The Dragon God ascended the altar, and his soul was sharpened by the holy light. The spirit of the gods had been integrated into the Dragon God's soul during the baptism. That touch of soul was no longer something that an ordinary body could carry.
"Uh... Xiu, you are originally a god, right?" Shen Yanxiao looked at Xiu Dao.
"I haven't been sharp, but I was selected." Xiudao.
"Choose?" Shen Yanxiao was confused again.
"The gods of war are selected from the strongest of the gods. The name Asura belongs to the gods of war. I am not the first god of war. The one before me was also named Asura." Xiu explained.
road.
He did not assume the position of God of Fighting from birth, but his power surpassed that of the previous God of Fighting, so he took his place.
The God of War is a powerful being among the gods second only to the Lord God. Only the strongest gods are qualified to stand in this position.
"Ah? Then...then what is your name?" Shen Yanxiao was dumbfounded. Asura was not Xiu's real name? It was just the code name of the God of War? Doesn't Xiu himself have a name?
Xiu lowered his head and said slowly: "Before I became the God of Fighting, my name was Emperor Xiu."
"Emperor Cultivator." Shen Yanxiao chanted the name repeatedly, and his calm heart seemed to be stirred at this moment.
No wonder, no wonder he only let himself call him Xiu, not Asura. It turns out that only the word Xiu is his real name, and Asura is just the collective name for the God of War.