the other side.

Panlong plane.

In a corner of the Magnolia Continent, within the territory of the Fenlai Kingdom, there is a place called Wushan Town.

This small town is located at the easternmost end of the kingdom, close to the Warcraft Mountains. The town is not very large, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an enlarged version of a village.

At dawn, the warm sunlight penetrates the treetops and shines on the bluestone road, leaving mottled shadows and giving people a warm feeling.

At this time, in an open square, a group of children who had just finished exercising were surrounding a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's name was Hillman. He was the captain of the Baruch family's guard team in the town and also a sixth-level warrior with extraordinary strength.

“Uncle Hillman, we are all ready now. You said before that you would tell us the legend of the four ultimate warriors!” A child shook Hillman’s arm with anticipation on his face. The other children had the same expression.

“Come, sit around.” Hillman waved his hand. His naked upper body was covered with traces of battle.

The group of children quickly formed a circle, with their knees on the ground, their chins resting on their hands, their eyes flashing with curiosity and desire.

"On our continent, warriors can be divided into nine levels, and those above level nine are Saint Domain warriors. These Saint Domain warriors are rare, and each of them is a powerful and renowned being! They can melt glaciers, roar the sea, collapse mountains, turn cities of millions of people into ruins, and even summon meteorites from outer space! They are invincible and supreme."

At this point, Hillman paused for a moment, his eyes swept across the group of aspiring children, and continued, “But in front of a Saint Domain powerhouse, even dozens of Level Nine warriors working together would be hard to match. This realm gap cannot be filled by numbers. However, there are four exceptions, and they are the four ultimate warriors!”

"These four ultimate warriors are the Dragon Blood Warrior, the Purple Flame Warrior, the Tiger Stripe Warrior, and the Undead Warrior! When they reach level nine, they will have the strength to fight against the strong men in the Holy Domain! Once they also step into the Holy Domain, they will be invincible at the top of the Holy Domain!"

……

Hillman patiently told the children the legendary stories of the four ultimate warriors.

“Uncle Hillman, at what age do you think I can become a Saint Realm expert?” At this moment, a little boy of about six or seven years old looked at Hillman with wide eyes.

“Master Linley, Lord Hogg wants you to go back. He seems to have something important to tell you.” Before Hillman could reply, a man in plain clothes hurried over.

“What big deal could Dad want to talk to me about?” The little boy muttered, waving his hands at Hillman. “Uncle Hillman, I’ll go home first and come back to see you later!”

The boy’s name was Lin Lei, full name Lin Lei Baruch, and he was the eldest son of the Baruch family in Wushan Town.

The Baruch family has a long history and was once glorious, but after a thousand years, only three people are left in the family: the patriarch Hogg Baruch and his two sons Linley and Wharton.

"Brother, give me a hug."

As soon as Lin Lei entered the house, a toddler ran towards him with his chubby little hands stretched out.

“Wharton, tell me what new things you learned today?” Linley smiled and picked up little Wharton.

"Brother, I cleaned the house today. First, I wiped the floor with a rag, then wiped the chamber pot, and finally wiped dad's bowl." Little Walton's innocent eyes were free of any impurities and looked particularly naive.

"Well, don't tell Dad about this. You are really capable."

Hearing what Little Wharton said, Linley's eyes widened. After playing with his brother for a while, he ran to the ancestral hall.

In the ancestral hall, a middle-aged man sat in the first seat with tea on the table next to him, and he seemed to be waiting for someone.

"Dad, what do you want from me?"

Lin Lei walked into the ancestral hall and was surprised to see his father wearing a luxurious robe.

Normally, his father dressed simply at home, so why was he dressed so formally today?
“Lin Lei, you are already six years old. It’s time to learn about our Baruch family.”

Hogg stood up, closed the door of the ancestral hall, and lit the candles inside. The ancestral hall suddenly became bright, and the densely packed tablets on the counter appeared particularly eye-catching.

"Dad, are you finally going to tell me?" Little Lin Lei rubbed the corner of his clothes nervously. He had asked many times before, but his father always said that the time was not right. Unexpectedly, on his sixth birthday, his father took the initiative to bring it up.

“Lin Lei, have you heard of the legend of the four ultimate warriors?” Hogg looked directly at little Lin Lei.

Xiao Linlei nodded vigorously. "I just heard Uncle Hillman talk about it. There are Purple Flame Warriors, Tiger Stripe Warriors, Undead Warriors, and Dragon Blood Warriors!"

"That's right! What I want to tell you is that the four ultimate warriors represent four ancient families. And our Baruch family is one of the ancient families with the blood of the noble dragon blood warriors!"

Hogg's face was filled with pride, and his tone was firm and proud: "Our Baruch family has been passed down for five thousand years. In the entire Finlay Kingdom, no family has a longer history than ours!"

“What? We are a family of dragonblood warriors!” Linley’s heart was suddenly shocked.

“Lin Lei, come and see what is written on these tablets.” Hogg walked to the cabinet, picked out a few tablets, bit his finger to drip blood on it, and handed them to little Lin Lei.

After a while, dense words appeared on the spirit tablet, as if recording something.

Linley took the tablet and took a closer look. His frail body couldn’t help but tremble.

[Baruk, the first dragonblood warrior in Yulan Continent. In the 4560th year of the Yulan calendar, he fought against the Frost Dragon and the Black Dragon under the city of Linnan, and finally killed them, becoming famous all over the world. In the 4579th year of the Yulan calendar, he fought against the Hydra King on the coast of the North Sea of ​​the continent, causing continuous tsunamis and the collapse of the city. After fighting day and night, he finally destroyed the Hydra King. He then established the Baruk family, with Baruk as the first patriarch! ]

[Ryan Baruch, the second dragonblood warrior in the Yulan Continent. In the 4690th year of the Yulan calendar, he defeated and subdued a holy golden dragon in the Warcraft Mountains and became a golden dragon paladin! In the 4697th year of the Yulan calendar...]

[Hazard Baruch, the third dragonblood warrior of Yulan Continent. Born in the 5360th year of the Yulan calendar, his first battle was in the Sunset Mountains, where he fought a fierce battle with the Sanctuary monster Blood-Eyed Mane Lion, forcing it to flee and gaining fame...]...

"Father, are they really all my ancestors?" Xiao Linlei's voice trembled slightly, his eyes flashing with disbelief. He stared at the legendary stories carved by time on the spirit tablets, and an unprecedented shock surged in his heart. Behind each of those names, there was endless glory and splendor, which made him feel a little overwhelmed for a moment. It was as if something in his body was quietly awakened, and the hot blood was boiling in his veins, stirring every inch of his skin.

He never imagined that the family he came from was actually one of the four ultimate warriors that countless people admired in the legend - the Dragon Blood Warrior Family! This discovery was like a flash of lightning that broke through the night sky, illuminating his originally ordinary world.

“But father, since our family is a family of dragonblood warriors, why is it like this now… Are you, are you a dragonblood warrior?” In addition to being excited, a hint of doubt flashed in Xiao Lin Lei’s eyes. He urgently wanted to know more about the secrets of the family and his place in this legend.

Hogg faced Linley's expectant gaze and shook his head gently. A complex emotion appeared on his face, with both helplessness and deep regret. "For our Baruch family, if we want to become true dragonblood warriors, the key lies in the purity of the dragonblood warrior blood in our bodies. The higher the purity, the greater the possibility of becoming a dragonblood warrior. However, with the change of generations, the blood of the Baruch family has gradually become thinner, and the former glory has slowly disappeared."

At this point, Hogg’s eyes flickered with a barely perceptible glimmer of hope. He looked at little Lin Lei affectionately, his tone full of encouragement: “But this is not absolute. There have been examples of sudden changes in blood purity in history. Lin Lei, you are already six years old. According to family tradition, it is time to test the purity of your blood.”

“How do I test it? If the purity of my blood is high enough, can I become a dragonblood warrior?” Xiao Linlei’s eyes flashed with desire. He stretched out his tender hand, ready to meet the unknown challenge.

"Dragon Blood Needle." Hogg whispered these three words, then waved his right hand, and a thin silver needle about twenty centimeters long appeared in his palm, flashing with silver light and exuding a mysterious aura.

Little Lin Lei took a cautious look at the silver needle, and seemed to understand what was going to happen next. He bravely stretched out his fair little hand, his eyes showing both nervousness and anticipation.

“May our ancestors bless us! If the Baruch family continues to decline like this, the legacy of the Dragon Blood Warriors will probably be cut off!” Hogg was even more nervous than Xiao Linlei. He stared at the dragon blood needle that had pierced Xiao Linlei’s arm, hardly daring to blink.

As time passed, the dragon blood needle began to emit a faint red light, but the red light only lasted for two seconds before quickly dimming and eventually disappearing completely, leaving behind silence.

Hogg let out a heavy sigh, and that sound contained too many unspeakable emotions.

“Daddy, is my blood purity not enough to become a dragonblood warrior?” Little Lin Lei looked up at Hogg, his fists clenched, his lips tightly pursed, trying hard not to let the tears fall, his eyes full of unwillingness and loss.

Hogg looked at Lin Lei's red eyes with distress, and quickly hugged him in his arms, comforting him: "Don't be sad, even if you can't become a dragon blood warrior, as long as you practice hard, you can become a powerful warrior in the future, just like Uncle Hillman."

“Well, I will work harder! Even if I am not a dragonblood warrior, I will become a strong man!” Xiao Linlei wiped his eyes, nodded firmly, and the spark of hope rekindled in his eyes.

At this moment, a sudden roar broke the silence, and the entire ancestral hall seemed to have encountered an earthquake, with tables and chairs shaking and items scattered all over the floor.

“Lin Lei, stay here and don’t move. I’ll go see what’s happening outside!” Hogg frowned, placed little Lin Lei under a sturdy table, and then staggered out the door.

The ground was shaking more and more violently, as if thousands of troops were galloping underground.

"Huh? What is this?" In the chaos, an inconspicuous black ring rolled to Xiao Lin Lei's feet, with a thin layer of dust covering the surface.

“Ring!” Xiao Linlei picked up the little thing and wiped off the dust, revealing its true appearance—a ring that was completely black, looked like wood but not wood, and looked like stone but not stone, with a lifelike dragon pattern engraved on it.

“Father should recognize this ring.” Xiao Linlei muttered to himself. Just as he was looking at the ring carefully, a dark crack suddenly appeared in the void, and then a young man slowly walked out of it.

The young man was about twenty years old, wearing a green robe, and had an extraordinary temperament.

“You… who are you! Why are you in my family’s ancestral hall!” Xiao Lin Lei stepped back in horror, staring at the uninvited guest warily.

The young man turned to look at Xiao Linlei. He was stunned at first, but then he smiled gently. "Xiao Linlei?" he asked tentatively.

“How do you know my name? And how did you… get out from there!” Linley became even more alert, and pointed his trembling finger at the crack behind the young man.

"Don't be afraid, little one. I have a destiny with you, and I have come here to bring you an opportunity. Look, the ring in your hand is the one I gave you."

This is Jiang Han's clone in the heavens. Jiang Han also spent a lot of effort to cross the heavens and descend here.

This Jiang Han clone noticed the black ring in Lin Lei’s hand at a glance and smiled calmly.

“Is it yours?” Hearing this, Linley lowered his head and examined the ring in his hand.

“You can call it the Panlong Ring.” Jiang Han walked towards Lin Lei leisurely.

“Don’t come over here!” Seeing this, Xiao Lin Lei took a few steps back.

"Little guy, don't you believe me? Why not try dropping a drop of blood on the ring?" Jiang Han stopped and suggested.

Linley hesitated for a moment, bit his finger, and blood dripped onto the Panlong Ring.

In an instant, the ring burst into a dazzling light, and a layer of hazy light and shadow appeared on the surface, gradually condensing into the image of an old man wearing a moon-white robe, with white hair and beard, and a kind face.

“You… who are you?” Xiao Linlei widened his eyes and looked at the white-haired old man on the ring, his heart filled with horror.

“Little kid, are you the one who woke me from my slumber?” The old man looked at Linley and said slowly, “I am Dorin Cowart, the Holy Domain Mage of the Puon Empire. Now, I am the Ringwraith of this ring.”

“The Puong Empire? The empire that was destroyed five thousand years ago! Moreover, you said you were a Saint… a Saint Domain Mage!” Linley stared at Doehring Cowart in shock, completely forgetting Jiang Han’s existence, his mind in a state of confusion.

“Don’t you believe it?” Doehring Cowart looked at Linley with a smile.

“But isn’t this ring his?” Lin Lei pointed at Jiang Han, trying to sort out this sudden complicated relationship.

Doehring Cowart then turned his gaze towards Jiang Han, frowned slightly, and snorted coldly: "Little guy, don't joke around! This ring has belonged to me for five thousand years. How could it belong to you!" (End of this chapter)