Chapter 4294


    The Almighty Dragon General Chapter 4294-Leni rediscovered the memories of her time on


    Destion.


    As she pieced everything together, she grew certain that the Forty-nine who appeared among the


    Angel Race and the Forty-nine who emerged on Destion were indeed one and the same


    person, who was Wyot from the Doom Race. Despite their auras differing greatly, she held an


    unwavering faith in their shared identity.


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    However, there were simrities between the two.


    Firstly and foremost, both Forty-nine and Wyot received the inheritance of the Compassionate Path


    Master on Destion. Additionally, they both possessed the Blithe Omniscience and Chaos


    Power.


    Leni’s body radiated with a luminous white glow as a set of pristine white garments materialized on


    her. She left the holy site of the Angel Race with determined steps.


    Jethro was waiting outside the holy site.


    Upon witnessing Leni’s emergence, he feltpelled to approach her and ask, “What memories


    have returned to you? What do you recall?”


    Leni cast a solemn nce at Jethro and replied, “I have remembered the events that took ce on


    net


    Destion. Forty-nine is Wyot.”


    The moment those words left her mouth, Jethro’s pupils narrowed as he fixated his gaze on Leni.


    “It can’t be,” he uttered in disbelief.


    “It’s absolutely true,” Leni exined, “Forty-nine received the lineage of the Compassionate Path


    Master on Destion. He also obtained the Primal Mantra. I witnessed him using the


    Omniscience Path on Destion. At that time, I even thought he belonged to the Human Race,


    but it turned out he was from the Doom Race. He concealed his true identity very well.”


    “Forty-nine, Wyot?” Jethro’s expression grew extremely solemn.


    During their time in Sullivan, Jethro hade across Forty- nine and sensed the Soul Genesis Aura of


    James. In that instance, Jethro firmly believed that Forty-nine belonged to the Human Race.


    However, Leni’s revtion that Forty-nine was actually Wyot from the Doom Race left him feeling


    bewildered and skeptical.


    “Alright, I get it.” Jethro nced at Leni and warned, “This matter is of great magnitude. You mustn’t


    speak of it or reveal it to anyone. It could bring trouble and even wipe out our whole Race.”


    “Understood, Father,” Leni replied.


    “You may leave now.” Jethro gestured with a wave of his hand.


    Leni turned and walked away.


    Once she was gone, Jethro’s expression became unusually grave.


    ‘Did the Human Race’s Forty-nine impersonate Wyot, or did Wyot from the Doom Race impersonate


    the Human Race’s Forty-nine?’ he pondered.


    “Youri is willing to admit to the destruction of various races’ living beings but denies any ties with the


    Cloud Race or the request for the Cloud Race’s token. However, numerous


    Overworld Outsiders from the Cloud Race and the Bug Race have confirmed seeing Youri among the


    Cloud Race. And the usage of Chaos Power can’t be refuted,” he murmured.


    “Could it be that all these actions were orchestrated by Forty -nine? Is Wyot merely a deceptive guise


    created by the Human Race?”


    Jethro’s mind raced with these thoughts. They sent a chill down his spine, and beads of sweat trickled


    down his forehead.


    In all his battles in the Primordial Realm, he had never felt an ounce of fear, but now, a sense of dread


    began to creep upon him.


    If this were indeed the case, the rise of the Human Race had given birth to a formidable Forty-nine. He


    had sown chaos among the Doom Race.


    ‘Thankfully, Wyot did not ascend as the leader of the Doom Race. It was a fortunate intervention by


    Youri. It would have brought about catastrophic consequences for many races if Wyot had be the


    Patriarch of the Doom Race.”


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    James remained unaware of his true identity being revealed.


    Jethro, the leader of the Angel Race, had unequivocally confirmed his identity.


    At that moment, he found himself in the Angel Race’s base camp in the Th Realm. He stood at the


    entrance of the Angel Race, reminiscing about thest time he had set foot in this ce.


    Thest time he had visited this ce was in search of Empyrean herbs, back when his cultivation


    base was still weak.


    However, he had since ascended to be an Overworld Outsider in the Greater Realms. Now


    holding the esteemed position of the Great Elder of the Doom Race, his mere presence instilled fear in


    the hearts of the Patriarchs of all races.


    Standing at the entrance, he summoned formidable Chaos Power and proimed with unwavering


    determination, “I, Wyot, the Great Elder of the Doom Race, humbly pay my respects to the Angel


    Race!”


    His promation reverberated throughout the entire Angel Race, leaving asting echo.


    While Jethro contemted James’ matters, he was suddenly met with the sound of his voice


    emanating from beyond the entrance. Instantly, a shiver traveled down his spine.


    “Why is heing to our race at this moment?” Jethro’s countenance grew serious as he murmured to


    himself,” Could it be that he knows about my race’s holy site, where the Heavenly Waters reside,


    capable of purifying and restoring souls? Is he here to kill Leni?”


    “Did hee to annihte my race after I saw through his Soul Genesis Aura in the Stone Realm?”