Primordial Ancient Serpent-Chapter 391: Dragon Elder Aoba Beaten by Life!

Thinking of this, Fuxi immediately stepped forward, stopping Aoba, the retired elder of the Dragon Clan, and said directly, "Elder Aoba!"

"You are?!"

Immediately, the dragon elder's body trembled. He turned his head and looked at Fuxi in disbelief. It had been a long time since someone had called him that.

"I am Fuxi, a being from the Prehistoric World," Fuxi introduced himself.

"From the Prehistoric World? After so many years, has the second batch of prehistoric beings finally entered the Heavens and Myriad Realms? But leaving the Prehistoric World may not be a good thing for you," Dragon Elder Aoba said with great emotion, shaking his head.

"What do you mean?"

Fuxi instinctively felt there was a deeper meaning behind those words.

"The Heavens and Myriad Realms are not so easy to navigate.

There are countless powerful beings here.

While there are many opportunities, there are even more tribulations.

Without a strong background or sufficient resources, it is nearly impossible to progress.

In comparison, the Prehistoric World is much better—fewer powerful beings and abundant resources.

Unfortunately, it's too late for me to realize this. I can no longer return to the Prehistoric World," Dragon Elder Aoba said regretfully.

"No way, Elder Aoba! It is said that the patriarch of the Dragon Clan has ascended to Daoism and become a Saint. Could such power truly fail to secure a foothold in the Heavens and Myriad Realms?"

Fuxi couldn't help but ask.

"Sanctification? What is Sanctification?"

Upon hearing this, Aoba sneered. "For creatures of the Prehistoric World, becoming a Saint is the pinnacle of countless lifetimes, an invincible existence.

But in the Heavens and Myriad Realms, a Saint is nothing. According to current records, there are more than ten million Saints. Do you think a Saint is worth anything?"

The realization struck hard—there were at least ten million Saints, and the patriarch of the Dragon Clan was merely one among them, not even a particularly strong one.

"Even so, a Saint is still an immensely powerful existence—one among ten million. They are countless times stronger than a Quasi-Saint. It should be impossible for them to struggle to survive," Fuxi said, shaking his head.

"You're not wrong."

Aoba nodded. "At first, when our Five Clans entered the Heavens and Myriad Realms, we did manage to secure a foothold and establish ourselves.

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But the good times didn't last long. Our Dragon Clan's ancestor offended another powerful God, and from that moment on, our nightmare began. We were suppressed everywhere by another dominant race.

Due to the rules of Chaos City, our ancestor wasn't killed, but he was gravely injured, and our clansmen faced endless oppression, living lives worse than death. We had no chance to accumulate wealth.

Originally, the Five Prehistoric Clans stood together in unity. But when they saw our predicament, the other four clans distanced themselves, treating us like a plague. They feared being dragged down with us.

At this point," Aoba clenched his fists, "don't be fooled by the fact that I'm a Quasi-Saint—that title means nothing here.

Under the suppression of other races, I can hardly find work.

I can't even get a job."

Without work, I can't earn Chaos Coins. Without Chaos Coins, I can't buy resources to strengthen my Cultivation Base.

Now, to barely survive in the Heavens and Myriad Realms, my only option is to take huge risks and mine in the Chaos Void."

"Mining?!"

Upon hearing this, Nuwa blinked in surprise. She never expected that Aoba, once a revered elder of the Dragon Clan, would be reduced to such a miserable state after leaving the Prehistoric World.

In the Prehistoric World, he had lived a life of luxury and dominance. Now, he was nothing more than a miner—the lowest of laborers in the Chaos Void.

The contrast was so extreme that it was difficult to believe. If she hadn't seen it herself, she wouldn't have believed it possible.

"Elder Aoba!"

Fuxi looked at the retired elder of the Dragon Clan with complicated emotions.

"Don't look at me like that. You're also from the Prehistoric World. Don't think that leaving it after all your struggles will bring you any great benefits.

This is the Underworld. Do you understand?

Sooner or later, you will follow in my footsteps.

Since you are also from the Prehistoric World, consider this my way of warning you."

Aoba let out a sigh, looking at Fuxi and Nuwa as if he were seeing their future.

"Is it really that cruel?"

Fuxi clenched his fist tightly.

"Is it really that cruel? You will find out soon enough.

The Heavens and Myriad Realms are filled with powerful beings, and nearly everyone has a strong backing.

You could offend someone who seems insignificant, only to find out they have a God as their protector.

If you keep to yourself, you may get by. But if you ever cause trouble, you'll soon learn what it means to live a fate worse than death," Aoba said bitterly.

He had seen through the brutal reality of this world—without a powerful background, you were nothing.

What did talent matter? Could talent compare to someone whose father was a God?

Moreover, the Heavens and Myriad Realms were rampant with Chaos Demon Gods, and many races were personally created by them. Every race had an ancient Demon God as their guardian.

Who would dare offend such beings?

At best, a minor offense might be forgiven. At worst, it would lead to total destruction.

"This...!"

Fuxi could feel the deep despair in Aoba's heart. It was as if life had beaten him down countless times. The once proud and invincible Aoba had become a mere shadow of his former self.

At that moment, Aoba seemed to receive a message.

"Enough talk. The foreman just called me back to work. I'm logging off. We can talk again if there's a chance," he said, waving his hand before quickly disappearing—likely heading back to his mining job.

"Big brother, what does 'foreman' mean? And what does 'work' mean?"

Nuwa blinked in confusion.

"I don't know. It might be some technical term for mining. This is a highly advanced profession. Some even call it 'Spatial Object Relocation Engineering,'" Fuxi muttered, twitching the corner of his mouth.

"What a powerful profession! As expected of the Heavens and Myriad Realms, their job titles sound so grand. I suppose only a retired elder of the Dragon Clan would be qualified for such a prestigious position," Nuwa said in admiration.

"Ahem... Maybe. But in any case, this is his path. We must not follow it. It is far too difficult. Only those with unshakable perseverance could ever succeed," Fuxi coughed.

"Indeed. The retired elder of the Dragon Clan has been mining for who knows how many years, yet he still hasn't succeeded. The difficulty of this practice must be unimaginable," Nuwa agreed.

Such a career was not for the faint-hearted.