The Almighty Dragon General

“It’s impossible,” Marcus flatly refused.
“Now that the Path of Heavenly Awakening forcefully projected us into someone else’s illusory trials, all of this is his test. Death
awaits him if he fails. I won’t sacrifice myself to fulfill his destiny. You’re weary, go and rest,” Marcus said, leaving those words
behind as he turned and departed from the place.
Zella watched his departing figure, a hint of resignation in her expression.
“Marcus, you’re too fixated. If you let go of everything and cultivate with a calm mind, perhaps you might be able to transcend the
known limits and step into the Chaos,” Zella knew that her brother would not agree. However, she still decided to give it a try.
James remained in the courtyard without venturing out since he had no desire to roam around. He pondered how he could
surpass his current realm, engage Wynton in battle and slay him.
Not long after, Zella returned again.
James promptly stood up and called out, “Miss Zella.”
Zella walked over and took a seat, helplessly saying, “I spoke to my brother, but he didn’t accept my words.”
James slowly sat back down and asked, “What else can I do now?”
Zella shook her head slightly and said, “It’s futile no matter what you do, even if you spend countless years in this realm,
continually enhancing your power and breaking through to the Permanence Acme Rank, you still wouldn’t be able to beat my
brother.”
Zella’s words put great pressure on James. He felt that a solution had to lie somewhere. Otherwise, the trials would be
meaningless. It would no longer be a trial but a sacrifice of living beings. He believed that this was not the original intention of the
Overworld Outsiders who created the Path of Heavenly Awakening.
“Now, you should cultivate on your own,” Zella stood up and said, “At this point, I can’t assist you further. You’ll have to make it
through your own effort. When the time is almost up, go and challenge my brother. Who knows, a miracle might happen.”
“A miracle? How could there possibly be a miracle?” James wore a helpless expression. At this point, he was not sure of himself.
Zella stood up and said, “I’ve said it before, belief is a powerful thing. You might be able to defeat my brother if you believe
strongly enough. Although the chances are slim, it’s not impossible.” After speaking, she turned around and walked away.

She spoke those words to prevent James from feeling disappointed. Miracles can happen as long as there was hope in the
heart. Her words reignited James’ fighting spirit.
“I refuse to believe that Wynton is completely invincible,” James made a determined face. He waved his hand, and a book
appeared before him. It was the Chaos Sacred Art.
This supreme martial art skill was created by the grandmaster of the Dooms during the Sky Burial Age. However, since its
creation, no one in the Doom Race’s history has been able to learn it or fully comprehend its essence.
Now, James can only rely on the Chaos Sacred Art. By comprehending its teachings, perhaps it could bring him a glimmer of
hope. He opened the Chaos Sacred Art.
Instantly, a radiant light burst forth, revealing a row of mysterious, ancient words before his eyes.