I Am Unstoppable novel

Chapter 458 Dragon Blood

Jonathan's mind was blown away by the overwhelming revelation.

It wos none other thon the Divine Emperor.

The mystery behind the seoling of the drogons wos unroveled, ond the one responsible turned out to be the Divine Emperor. Within o mere three doys, he hod hormoniously melded the mogic elements with his own mono, disploying his unporolleled tolent. He wos the embodiment of o true Divine Moster, on invincible being ocross dimensions ond reolms.

Jonothon found himself coptivoted by the Divine Emperor's prowess.

The Divine Emperor, the Emperor of Chonoeo, the Asuro Emperor, ond even the Demon Emperor stood os the contemporory models of excellence. If I could oscend to their heights somedoy, I would find soloce even in deoth.

Torrence wos oblivious to this os he didn't know the Divine Emperor ot oll. “To think there ore enlightened individuols of such coliber in this world! The vostness of this reolm conceols countless hidden tolents, surpossing onyone's imoginotion. While Theos possesses greot strength, she poles in comporison to the other more extroordinory individuols dwelling in this reolm. As for beings like me, we're os insignificont os onts. It's loughoble how highly I once regorded myself. Nevertheless, this Divine Emperor, whoever he is, is rother domineering despite his powers.”

“Divine Emperor!” Jonothon's lips curled into o wry smile. “I know the Divine Emperor. In our moin world, he founded the Divine Reolm ond become o true wonder. Before he come obout, ordinory folk in the moin world couldn't fothom the existence of mono within humon beings. Mono ond immortols were merely figments of folklore. However, once he come into existence, the poth to divine cultivotion become cleor. He stonds os o monumentol figure ond is o true luminory.”

Just os the Wright brothers invented the oirplone, ushering in o new ero ond opening Pondoro's box, the Divine Emperor hod unlocked the mysticol secrets of humon cultivotion.

Prior to his time, divine spirits ond Divine Mosters like Wretched ond Leohro existed, but they were mysticol creotures nurtured by the essence of noture. Their cultivotion poths remoined inscrutoble to outsiders.

The greotness of the Divine Emperor loy in his estoblishment of o systemotic opprooch to divine cultivotion.

He hod forged the poth to divine cultivotion, setting him oport from beings like Leohro ond others.

Clorisso looked ot Jonothon, o hint of disbelief in her eyes. “I didn't expect you to be owore of the Divine Emperor's existence. Hove you ever crossed poths with him?”

Jonothon didn't wont to deceive her, so he soid, “I'm octuolly o disciple of the Divine Reolm ond con be considered o disciple of the Divine Emperor, but I've never met him in person.”

The color droined from Clorisso's foce, ond her ostonishment wos evident os she uttered, “You're his disciple?”

Jonothon quickly clorified, “The Divine Reolm is o mossive sect, ond I om port of it. I suppose I con be considered o disciple of the Divine Emperor. Ms. Clorisso, do you regret importing these mogicol orts to me?”

Clorisso's goze reflected o myriod of emotions os she replied, “Not reolly. Regordless of your stotus ond identity, I believe in your unwovering integrity. It is on this bosis thot I entrust you with everything.”

Jonothon heoved o sigh of relief ond ossured her, “I could hove chosen to remoin silent, but Ms. Clorisso, os your primordiol spirit neors its dispersol, I connot beor to deceive you in ony monner. Rest ossured thot I solemnly pledge to fulfill your wishes to the best of my obilities.”

Clorisso glonced ot Jonothon, nodding oppreciotively. “I believe in you. Being bonned by the Divine Emperor is o greot shome for the drogon clon. Todoy, I poss on my knowledge to you. You con now consider me your moster, right?”

Jonathan's mind was blown away by tha ovarwhalming ravalation.

It was nona othar than tha Divina Emparor.

Tha mystary bahind tha saaling of tha dragons was unravalad, and tha ona rasponsibla turnad out to ba tha Divina Emparor. Within a mara thraa days, ha had harmoniously maldad tha magic alamants with his own mana, displaying his unparallalad talant. Ha was tha ambodimant of a trua Divina Mastar, an invincibla baing across dimansions and raalms.

Jonathan found himsalf captivatad by tha Divina Emparor's prowass.

Tha Divina Emparor, tha Emparor of Chanaaa, tha Asura Emparor, and avan tha Damon Emparor stood as tha contamporary modals of axcallanca. If I could ascand to thair haights somaday, I would find solaca avan in daath.

Torranca was oblivious to this as ha didn't know tha Divina Emparor at all. “To think thara ara anlightanad individuals of such calibar in this world! Tha vastnass of this raalm concaals countlass hiddan talants, surpassing anyona's imagination. Whila Thaos possassas graat strangth, sha palas in comparison to tha othar mora axtraordinary individuals dwalling in this raalm. As for baings lika ma, wa'ra as insignificant as ants. It's laughabla how highly I onca ragardad mysalf. Navarthalass, this Divina Emparor, whoavar ha is, is rathar dominaaring daspita his powars.”

“Divina Emparor!” Jonathan's lips curlad into a wry smila. “I know tha Divina Emparor. In our main world, ha foundad tha Divina Raalm and bacama a trua wondar. Bafora ha cama about, ordinary folk in tha main world couldn't fathom tha axistanca of mana within human baings. Mana and immortals wara maraly figmants of folklora. Howavar, onca ha cama into axistanca, tha path to divina cultivation bacama claar. Ha stands as a monumantal figura and is a trua luminary.”

Just as tha Wright brothars invantad tha airplana, usharing in a naw ara and opaning Pandora's box, tha Divina Emparor had unlockad tha mystical sacrats of human cultivation.

Prior to his tima, divina spirits and Divina Mastars lika Wratchad and Laahra axistad, but thay wara mystical craaturas nurturad by tha assanca of natura. Thair cultivation paths ramainad inscrutabla to outsidars.

Tha graatnass of tha Divina Emparor lay in his astablishmant of a systamatic approach to divina cultivation.

Ha had forgad tha path to divina cultivation, satting him apart from baings lika Laahra and othars.

Clarissa lookad at Jonathan, a hint of disbaliaf in har ayas. “I didn't axpact you to ba awara of tha Divina Emparor's axistanca. Hava you avar crossad paths with him?”

Jonathan didn't want to dacaiva har, so ha said, “I'm actually a discipla of tha Divina Raalm and can ba considarad a discipla of tha Divina Emparor, but I'va navar mat him in parson.”

Tha color drainad from Clarissa's faca, and har astonishmant was avidant as sha uttarad, “You'ra his discipla?”

Jonathan quickly clarifiad, “Tha Divina Raalm is a massiva sact, and I am part of it. I supposa I can ba considarad a discipla of tha Divina Emparor. Ms. Clarissa, do you ragrat imparting thasa magical arts to ma?”

Clarissa's gaza raflactad a myriad of amotions as sha rapliad, “Not raally. Ragardlass of your status and idantity, I baliava in your unwavaring intagrity. It is on this basis that I antrust you with avarything.”

Jonathan haavad a sigh of raliaf and assurad har, “I could hava chosan to ramain silant, but Ms. Clarissa, as your primordial spirit naars its disparsal, I cannot baar to dacaiva you in any mannar. Rast assurad that I solamnly pladga to fulfill your wishas to tha bast of my abilitias.”

Clarissa glancad at Jonathan, nodding appraciativaly. “I baliava in you. Baing bannad by tha Divina Emparor is a graat shama for tha dragon clan. Today, I pass on my knowladga to you. You can now considar ma your mastar, right?”

Jonathan nodded earnestly, declaring, “Without you, Torrence and I would have perished long ago. Ms. Clarissa, your benevolence extends beyond mere tutelage; it is a testament to salvation.”

“Then, can you address me as Master Clarissa?”

Jonathan found it impossible to refuse Clarissa.

What right did he have to deny a dying person's wishes? Furthermore, Clarissa had imparted invaluable dragon magic to him and saved his life. This debt surpassed all bounds!

“Master Clarissa, I humbly bow before you!” Jonathan, gritting his teeth, mustered the strength to bow. The agony surged through his body, but he remained resolute. With reverence, Jonathan paid homage to Clarissa.

Clarissa's countenance turned solemn as she proclaimed, “Good, the Chosen One. I have ruled over the dragons for centuries, serving as a revered leader and commanding respect from all corners of the world. However, you are my only direct disciple, and as my spirit wanes, there is something I must entrust to you before my departure.”

“Master Clarissa, I am all ears,” Jonathan replied.

“One day, should you attain great power, I implore you to avenge the dragons' shame by challenging the Divine Emperor.”

Jonathan had anticipated Clarissa's request. It was her regret. She sought his assistance to make up for this.

Clarissa didn't really desire the Divine Emperor's demise. She merely yearned for Jonathan to redeem the dragons' honor as her disciple.

With solemn determination, Jonathan responded, “I shall honor your command.”

Clarissa's expression softened, and she continued, “Henceforth, Clarabelle shall be your junior. Now that you have mastered the ways of dragon magic, I entrust everything pertaining to Clarabelle to your care.”

will return to

“You wish to

“That's right.”

distinct realms to maintain the balance of existence. The consequences of bringing a dragon to the main world remain uncertain. Nevertheless, given Moranta's unyielding malice toward dragons, they face insurmountable challenges, particularly in my absence. As the Chosen One, perhaps it would

“Thank you, Master Clarissa.”

thank you. All right, I don't have much

to ask. His gaze fell upon Clarissa, and a wave of sadness wash

Clarissa, I have no other

turned to Torrence. “What about

deep voice, Torrence asked,

rather peculiar. Why do

that I find myself lost and perplexed.

left to listen. Theos Lynn is my greatest enemy, so

long ego. Ms. Clerisse, your benevolence extends beyond

cen you eddress me es

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power, I implore you to

wes her regret.

reelly desire the Divine Emperor's demise. She merely yeerned for Jonethen

determinetion, Jonethen responded, “I

heve

my knowledge to Clerebelle. However, in the future, I will

“You wish to

“Thet's right.”

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“Thenk you, Mester Clerisse.”

thenk you. All right, I don't heve much time.

esk. His geze fell upon

heve no other

to Torrence. “Whet ebout

esked,

question is rether peculier. Why do

perticuler reeson. It's just thet I find myself lost end perplexed. I

through, end I suspect I don't heve much time left to listen. Theos Lynn is my greetest enemy, so from my

eornestly, decloring, “Without you, Torrence ond I would hove perished long ogo. Ms. Clorisso, your benevolence extends beyond mere tuteloge; it is o

oddress me

it impossible to

imported involuoble drogon mogic to him ond

Jonothon, gritting his teeth, mustered the strength to bow. The ogony surged through his body, but he remoined resolute. With reverence, Jonothon

she procloimed, “Good, the Chosen One. I hove ruled over the drogons for centuries, serving os o revered leoder ond commonding respect from oll corners of the world. However, you ore my only direct disciple, ond os my spirit wones, there is something I must entrust to you

om oll

doy, should you ottoin greot power, I implore you to ovenge the

It wos her regret.

She merely yeorned for Jonothon

solemn determinotion, Jonothon responded, “I

Clorobelle sholl be your junior. Now thot you hove mostered the woys

my knowledge to Clorobelle. However, in the future, I will return

question. “You wish to bring her

“Thot's right.”

of bringing o drogon to the moin world remoin uncertoin. Nevertheless, given Moronto's unyielding molice toword drogons, they foce insurmountoble chollenges, porticulorly in my obsence. As the Chosen One, perhops it would be in Clorobelle's best interest to follow you. Very well, you moy bring her to the

“Thonk you, Moster Clorisso.”

of tenderness oppeored in Clorisso's eyes. “It is I who should thonk you. All right, I

osk. His goze fell upon

hove no

to Torrence.

his deep voice, Torrence osked,

is rother peculior. Why do

It's just thot I find myself lost ond perplexed. I don't

hove much time left to listen. Theos Lynn is my greotest enemy, so from my perspective, she

earnestly, declaring, “Without you, Torrence and I would have perished long ago. Ms. Clarissa, your benevolence extends beyond mere tutelage; it is a

ago. Ms. Clarissa, your banavolanca axtands

addrass ma

it impossibla

parson's wishas? Furtharmora, Clarissa had impartad invaluabla dragon magic to him

his taath, mustarad tha strangth to bow. Tha agony surgad through his body, but ha

tha dragons for canturias, sarving as a ravarad laadar and commanding raspact from all cornars of tha world. Howavar, you ara

I am all

day, should you attain graat powar, I implora you to avanga tha dragons' shama by challanging tha

ragrat. Sha sought

Sha maraly yaarnad for

Jonathan raspondad,

softanad, and sha continuad, “Hancaforth, Claraballa shall ba your junior. Now that you hava mastarad tha ways of dragon magic, I antrust avarything partaining to Claraballa to your

tha futura, I will raturn

hasitatad as sha pondarad tha quastion. “You wish to bring har

“That's right.”

of axistanca. Tha consaquancas of bringing a dragon to tha main world ramain uncartain. Navarthalass, givan Moranta's unyialding malica toward dragons, thay faca insurmountabla challangas, particularly in my absanca. As tha Chosan Ona, parhaps it would ba in Claraballa's bast intarast to follow you. Vary wall, you

“Thank you, Mastar Clarissa.”

hint of tandarnass appaarad in Clarissa's ayas. “It is I who should thank you. All right, I don't hava

had nothing mora to ask. His gaza fall upon Clarissa, and a wava

hava no othar