Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?!

"Uncle, do you really intend to do this?"

Lu Yuan asked with a serious expression.

Assassinating the Taichu Saint Son in public is no joke.

Not to mention how the strong from various clans would react, just the Taichu Ancestor and Profound Celestial Sword Master won't let it slide.

Whether it succeeds or not, the Dragon Race would become a target for all, besieged by the major holy lands!

"At this point, is there a better option?"

Long Zhan sighed helplessly.

With the potential and talent of the Taichu Saint Son, once he steps into the Supreme Divine Hall, the consequences are unimaginable.

By then, even if the Dragon Race paid ten or even a hundred times the price, they might not be able to kill him.

Therefore.

Rather than nurturing a threat.

It would be better to strike first and eliminate him in the cradle!

"Uncle, I think perhaps we can be even bolder."

Seeing Long Zhan's resolute attitude, Lu Yuan pondered for a moment and suddenly spoke shockingly.

"What do you mean?"

Long Zhan's heart skipped a beat, a sense of foreboding rising.

"Since uncle has made up his mind."

"Why not, while we're at it, get rid of the Taichu Ancestor too..."

Lu Yuan raised his hand and made a throat-cutting motion.

"Impossible, don't you dare act recklessly!"

Long Zhan was so startled his scalp tingled, and he hurriedly waved his hand to lay numerous restrictions.

Countless Law Dao Marks intertwined, completely isolating the room from the outside world.

After doing all this, Long Zhan breathed a sigh of relief.

A Venerable Strong Person's divine sense is keen, and if anyone harbors murderous intent, even across endless stars, it will be sensed.

Yet Lu Yuan, merely a Sixth Realm cultivator, was attempting to plot against a Venerable.

If word got out, many would laugh uncontrollably!

But Lu Yuan's gaze was firm, his attitude extremely serious, with no hint of joking.

"Uncle, if we truly kill the Taichu Saint Son,"

"the Dragon Race and Taichu Holy Land would be in a relentless conflict, and we must prepare for the worst."

Hearing this, Long Zhan fell silent.

Lu Yuan was absolutely right.

No one can withstand the frenzied revenge of a Supreme Venerable, and no race can contend with the union of the Three Great Sacred Lands!

To catch the thief, catch the king first.

Infinite Mountain, Profound Celestial Sword Sect, Taichu Holy Land, all look up to Taichu Ancestor.

If the Dragon Race can, with strategy, resolve the major threat of Taichu Ancestor.

Then Infinite Mountain and Profound Celestial Sword Sect will definitely scatter like monkeys, unable to threaten the Dragon Race significantly!

"Do you know, he's a Peak Venerable..."

"Even though his vitality is waning, and his power isn't what it used to be, he still possesses the combat power to kill a Venerable of the same rank!"

"Even if we could kill him, it would require unimaginable sacrifices!"

Long Zhan looked at Lu Yuan with complex emotions.

Lu Yuan understood this well.

But the opportunity, once missed, would change drastically.

As long as they could eliminate the major threat of Taichu Ancestor, any price, no matter how great, was the smallest price to pay.

"Venerables are hard to kill. Given the cautious nature of Taichu Ancestor, he typically walks the world in Dharma Body, rarely leaving his lair."

"If we want to deal with him, he must be lured out of Taichu Holy Land."

"But, are you certain you can kill the Taichu Saint Son?"

Long Zhan asked again.

All of this hinges on Lu Yuan being able to kill the Taichu Saint Son.

If he fails, all subsequent plans will be in vain.

"I would never gamble my own life."

Lu Yuan said solemnly.

The physique of the Taichu Saint Son is strong.

But the Celestial God Ant bloodline is equally not inferior to anyone!

As long as Long Zhan can hold back the Taichu Ancestor and others, without any interference from outside factors.

He is even ten percent confident of dealing with the Taichu Saint Son!

Long Zhan hesitated, his brow knitted tightly.

"Alright, since you have such courage, I will join you in this risky game."

Long Zhan gnawed his teeth, a flash of determination in his eyes, finally making the decision.

Over a decade ago.

He failed to protect his wife and daughter.

This time, no matter the cost, he won't let his daughter fall into others' hands!

"This is the key to the Dragon Race's Treasure Vault, take whatever you need from inside."

With the battle imminent.

Long Zhan handed Lu Yuan a palm-sized ancient token and hurriedly left the palace.

From his hasty manner, it was clear he was off to gather people.

Lu Yuan also felt an unprecedented sense of urgency.

Venerables are difficult to kill.

Throughout history, most Venerables in the Profound Realm died from declining vitality or unfortunate accidents when exploring Ancient Forbidden Lands.

But being killed by someone else is extremely rare.

Now he and the Dragon Race are on the same boat.

If the plan has any deviation, he will fall into the abyss, never to return!

With this thought.

Lu Yuan immediately sought out Liu Mingyan and went to the Dragon Race's Treasure Vault with her.

However, just as they reached the depths of the palace, they were stopped.

"Subordinate Long Chen greets Princess Mingyan and Young Master Lu Yuan. May I ask the purpose of your visit at this late hour?"

An elderly figure appeared quietly from the shadows, standing before Lu Yuan and Liu Mingyan.

His skin was loose and spotted with age, exuding a dense Death Qi.

Yet his aura was terrifyingly strong, far surpassing the peak of the Ninth Realm Divine Image.

Clearly, he was a Half-Step Venerable!

"Grandpa Long Chen, my father sent us to retrieve something, here's the Treasure Vault key."