Chapter 0361: I Don’t Think It Was Kicked by a Donkey

Huang Long ignored Bishop and looked at Kennedy.
Kennedy frowned. Indeed, direct descendants of the family who reached the fifth level of the Nether King could have the chance to enter the Ancestral Dragon Pool. But he hadn’t expected Huang Long to see a breakthrough in strength after entering the Heavenly Dragon Space. His proposal now came rather suddenly.
At present, in terms of Huang Long’s individual strength, he indeed had reached the fifth level of the Nether King.
Kennedy pondered for a moment. “With your strength, you can enter the Ancestral Dragon Pool. But according to family rules, you must first undergo the family trials and pass the trials after entry.” He paused. “You naturally don’t need to go through the family trials, but you must pass these other trials.”
“What kind of trials are they?” Huang Long asked.
“That depends on the individual. Each descendant who wants to enter the Ancestral Dragon Pool must face different trials,” Donald said at this point.
Kennedy nodded and said to Huang Long, “Exactly. You have eight divine avatars, plus the supreme divine beast, the Wind-Flame Dragon-Qilin battle pet. Your situation is somewhat special. In a few days, someone will inform you about your trial tasks.”
Huang Long could only nod in agreement.
Bishop stood nearby, his gaze cold and flickering, seemingly lost in thought.
After a while, Huang Long and Kennedy parted ways, and Huang Long returned to the Four Seas Mansion.
“Elder Bishop,” Kennedy said, turning to Bishop after Huang Long left.
“Yes, Patriarch,” Bishop replied respectfully, pulling his gaze away from Huang Long’s retreating figure.
“Huang Hai doesn’t know when to back down. During the interdimensional war, be careful when dealing with him. Huang Hai is someone assigned by the Supreme God—no accidents are allowed.” Kennedy said this to remind Bishop to consider Huang Hai’s status and avoid killing him in an impulsive fit of anger.
“Please rest assured, Patriarch. Bishop knows Huang Hai is ignorant and lacks sense of hierarchy. I’ll be careful when disciplining him,” Bishop assured.
He wouldn’t kill Huang Hai, but if Huang Hai ended up dying at the interdimensional battlefield at the hands of some other peerless powerhouse, then it wouldn’t be his fault.
Bishop sneered inwardly.
Kennedy gave Bishop a meaningful look and said, “I hope so.”
Not long after Huang Long returned from the True Dragon Palace, explosive news spread from the Lu Ning Headquarters.
A mid-tier divine descendant named Huang Hai had challenged Elder Bishop!
The agreed time: 100,000 years later. The agreed place: the interdimensional battlefield!
Instantly, the entire Lu Ning Headquarters erupted in chaos.

Rumors spread through the streets and alleys of the Zongfu city, sparking endless discussions. In no time, the entire Zongfu seemed far more lively than before, even the shops in the city became bustling.

“Did you hear? This Huang Hai actually dares to challenge the Grand Elder Bishop. What do you think? Has he been kicked by a donkey?!”

“I don’t think it was a donkey—it must have been some primal beast. Even if it were a donkey, he couldn’t be that ignorant and arrogant. A mid-tier god challenging an unparalleled warrior?! That’s pure suicide!”

“I also heard that Huang Hai is the first place winner in this trial for outstanding direct descendants.”

“What? That can’t be true. How could a mid-tier god come in first? I think it’s a rumor. Some descendant must have spread it to boost Huang Hai’s reputation.”

“If you put it that way, it really seems impossible. I thought so from the start.”

It started with the Lu Ning family, and then spread to the cities around it. Soon, the entire Lu Ning region knew about this “major incident.”

When the 2 trillion descendants of the Lu Ning family heard about it, they all scoffed, shook their heads, and sighed. Comments of ignorance, arrogance, and nonsense abounded.

Thus, Huang Hai, a direct descendant of a mid-tier god, became “famous”—of course, not in a good way.

As the foremost family in the Netherworld, such an incident also reached the ears of other major families there. After learning about it, they all shook their heads and laughed, some even suspecting that the Lu Ning family might have deliberately spread such rumors.

At the Beikal family’s main hall, Woodlow listened to his son Saxton and couldn’t help but laugh. “Would you believe such a thing? Some descendant named Huang Hai dares to challenge the family’s Grand Elder?”

Not to mention strength, in families like theirs with strict hierarchies, how could a direct descendant have the “courage” to challenge the Grand Elder?

So, Woodlow didn’t believe it was true.

Saxton hesitated for a moment, looking skeptical. “But it’s true, according to our investigations. All the descendants of the Lu Ning family are discussing it now.”

Woodlow was stunned for a moment before shaking his head. “Whether it’s true or not, it’s a matter within the Lu Ning family and has nothing to do with our Beikal family. But if it’s true, we must take it as a warning and strictly instruct our descendants not to let our Beikal family suffer the same embarrassment.”

In Woodlow’s view, a direct descendant challenging the Grand Elder was simply a result of the Lu Ning family’s poor discipline, leading to such a farce.

“Yes, Father,” Saxton replied respectfully.

Woodlo nodded and then asked, “How’s the investigation into the Yellow Dragon progressing?”
Saxon looked troubled. “Since the incident in the Dragon Mountains, the Yellow Dragon and Bog and the others seem to have disappeared back into the Netherworld. No matter how hard we try, we can’t find them!” He sounded disheartened.
Woodlo frowned. “It appears once in a while, only to vanish again!” He shook his head. “But it’s not just us searching—whole Netherworld is looking for them. If we can’t find them, no one else can either. The Yellow Dragon isn’t that easy to locate.”
Saxon stood there silently, listening respectfully.
“The Land of Forgetfulness will open soon. You need to prepare well. With your strength, entering the Land of Forgetfulness shouldn’t be a problem. But I want you to be the first to enter each time, as that will give you a better chance of obtaining the Sacred Fruit of Heaven and Earth and the Nether Pearl,” Woodlo said after a while.
“Yes, Father. Please rest assured,” Saxon replied respectfully.
Every cycle, when the Land of Forgetfulness opens, in addition to restricting the strength of those who enter, it also limits the number of people allowed—only 300 can enter. Therefore, the six major families of the Netherworld will send their best descendants to compete for these 300 spots.
Woodlo nodded and said, “You may go now.”
Saxon replied respectfully but hesitated for a moment before adding, “Father, regarding Angus’ matter—should we tell Annalis? It’s been over ten thousand years, and Annalis is starting to suspect something now.”
Woodlo frowned and sighed. “So what do you suggest?”
He knew this couldn’t be hidden much longer.
Saxon thought for a while before saying, “Find an opportunity to tell Annalis. Though it will cause her pain, time will ease everything.”
Annalis was his sister. He didn’t want her to live in endless waiting, because Angus was dead and could never return to marry her.
After a god-tier warrior dies, even if they want to be reborn, certain conditions must be met—such as a complete soul!
After dying, their soul goes to the Hellish Realm of Death. If the soul cannot remain intact, not even the Supreme God can do anything.
The Runing Family and the Bekkar Family once searched in Hell, but there was no trace of Angus’ soul in the Hellish Realm of Death. Thus, Angus couldn’t be reborn.
Moreover, even if reborn, it’s uncertain whether past memories can be preserved.

In the ancient history of the Divine Realm, some outstanding descendants from great families were reborn. Out of a hundred thousand, perhaps not even one could retain memories from their past lives.

Saxton stepped out of the family’s main hall. The thought of his sister made him feel gloomy. “Forget it, I won’t think about it. I’ll just retreat and cultivate!” he muttered to himself. “And that Yellow Dragon, Borg—where the hell is he? It’s impossible to find him anywhere in the Netherworld!” The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became.

At that moment, the Yellow Dragon was in the Sihai Courtyard of Runing’s mansion, facing Chester and the chubby Francis, who were staring at him with strange expressions. “I say, Chester and Fat Francis, ever since you arrived, you’ve been standing here staring at me for almost half an hour—looking me over from head to toe, front to back, without saying a word. If you don’t speak up soon, I’ll order you to leave,” the Yellow Dragon thought irritably.

“Brother Huang Hai, you’re absolutely amazing!” As soon as the Yellow Dragon spoke, Fat Francis, who had been staring at him strangely, suddenly exclaimed as if he’d seen the Supreme God, then said with admiration, “Brother Huang Hai, you actually dared to challenge that old bastard Bishop? I really…” What exactly? Francis was so excited he could hardly speak coherently.

Chester kicked Fat Francis aside, then frowned at the Yellow Dragon and joked, “Brother Huang Hai, do you know how your story is spreading in Runing’s mansion right now?! If you go out, you’ll probably be drowned in spit!”

Fat Francis screamed, “It’s not just drowning! I think there’s more—more!” What more? Fat Francis was again too excited to express it.

“Go!” Chester glared at Fat Francis, then turned back to the Yellow Dragon, frowning. “But, Brother Huang Hai, are you really going to challenge Elder Bishop?”

The Yellow Dragon nodded. “Exactly.”

Chester looked at him, shook his head, opened his mouth but said nothing, then shook his head again.

Fat Francis said, “Chester, why keep shaking your head? It’s just a challenge to that old bastard Bishop, right?” Saying this, he puffed out his chubby chest and slapped it. “I’ve also had a grudge against that old guy for a long time. Next time I run into him, I’ll also…”

Chester sneered, “What? You want to challenge him too?”

Fat Francis paled slightly and chuckled, saying, “It was just a metaphor.” How dare he?! Challenge Bishop? He only thought about it in his mind. If he really dared to challenge Bishop, it would be no wonder if his grandfather, Barret, stripped off all his fat!