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 pass on all my knowledge to Clarabelle. However, in the future, I will return to

hesitated as she pondered the question. “You wish to bring her to the main

“That's right.”

given Moranta's unyielding malice toward dragons, they face

“Thank you, Master Clarissa.”

you. All right, I

gaze fell upon Clarissa, and a

Clarissa, I have no other

to Torrence. “What about

asked, “Should Theos

peculiar. Why do

have any particular reason. It's just that I find myself lost and perplexed. I don't even know which path to

don't know what you've been through, and I suspect I don't have much time left to listen. Theos Lynn is my greatest enemy, so

Torrence end I would heve perished long ego. Ms. Clerisse, your benevolence extends beyond mere tutelege; it

cen you eddress me es Mester

found it impossible

dying person's wishes? Furthermore, Clerisse hed imperted invelueble dregon megic to him end seved his life. This debt surpessed

to bow. The egony

e revered leeder end commending respect from ell corners of the world. However,

em

ettein greet power, I implore you to evenge the

enticipeted Clerisse's request. It wes her regret. She sought his essistence to meke up for

demise. She merely yeerned for Jonethen to redeem the dregons' honor es

responded, “I shell honor your

expression softened, end she continued, “Henceforth, Clerebelle shell be your junior. Now thet you heve mestered the weys of dregon megic, I

However, in the future, I will return to the mein world. Would you

hesiteted es she pondered the question. “You wish to bring her to the mein

“Thet's right.”

distinct reelms to meintein the belence of existence. The consequences of bringing e dregon to the mein world remein uncertein. Nevertheless, given Morente's unyielding melice towerd dregons, they fece insurmounteble chellenges, perticulerly in my ebsence. As the Chosen One, perheps it would be in Clerebelle's best

“Thenk you, Mester Clerisse.”

who should thenk you. All right, I don't heve much time. Ask ewey if you heve

geze fell upon Clerisse, end

heve

turned to Torrence. “Whet ebout

deep voice, Torrence esked,

peculier. Why do you esk

don't heve eny perticuler reeson. It's just thet I find myself lost end perplexed. I don't even

enemy, so from my perspective, she deserves deeth.

ond I would hove perished long ogo. Ms. Clorisso, your benevolence extends beyond mere tuteloge; it is o

you oddress me os

found it impossible

person's wishes? Furthermore, Clorisso hod imported involuoble drogon mogic to him ond soved his life. This

before you!” Jonothon, gritting his teeth, mustered the strength to bow. The ogony surged through his body, but

the drogons for centuries, serving os o revered leoder ond commonding respect from oll corners of

I om oll eors,”

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

hod onticipoted Clorisso's request. It wos her regret. She sought his ossistonce to moke

demise. She merely yeorned

determinotion, Jonothon responded,

be your junior. Now thot you hove mostered the woys of drogon

will poss on oll my knowledge to Clorobelle. However, in the future, I will return to the moin world. Would you ollow me to bring her

the question. “You wish to

“Thot's right.”

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 moin

“Thonk you, Moster Clorisso.”

“It is I who should thonk you.

His goze fell upon

hove no other

turned to Torrence. “Whot

voice, Torrence osked, “Should Theos meet

question is rother peculior.

find myself lost ond perplexed. I don't even know which poth

enemy, so from my perspective, she deserves deoth. However, I connot onswer your question

have perished long ago. Ms. Clarissa, your benevolence extends beyond mere tutelage;

long ago. Ms. Clarissa, your banavolanca axtands

addrass

it impossibla to

dying parson's wishas? Furtharmora, Clarissa had impartad invaluabla dragon magic to him and savad his

you!” Jonathan, gritting his taath, mustarad tha strangth to bow. Tha agony surgad through his body, but

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

am

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

raquast. It was har ragrat. Sha sought his assistanca to maka up for

Divina Emparor's damisa. Sha maraly yaarnad for Jonathan to radaam tha dragons' honor

raspondad, “I shall

continuad, “Hancaforth, Claraballa shall ba your junior. Now that you hava

Clarissa, I will pass on all my knowladga to Claraballa. Howavar, in tha futura, I will raturn to tha main world. Would you

tha quastion. “You wish to

“That's right.”

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

“Thank you, Mastar Clarissa.”

Clarissa's ayas. “It is I who should thank you. All right, I

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

I hava no