Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Chapter 125 Panlong Leilin, not Lin Lei, nor Qinghuo

After the sharing ends.

Dragon Rayleigh was the first to jump up, his eyes wide: "Holy crap! I knew those moves you used earlier looked familiar! Turns out it was the same [Earth Pulse] Law as Lin Lei!"

Ainz Ooal Gown Rayleigh nodded thoughtfully, "Indeed, and you also became a disciple of Delin Corvault."

Dragon Leylin immediately turned to Panlong Leylin, his face saying, "You're still pretending?": "You still say you're not the protagonist?"

Panlong Leilin smiled helplessly and spread his hands to explain, "I became Delin's disciple because I went to the main house to look for the broken main artifact, the Azure Dragon Ring, which is also the Panlong Ring. I didn't expect to actually find it. Teacher Delin's soul is now inside the ring."

He paused, then continued, "Moreover, after the magician's test, I discovered that I have a super-level affinity for earth magic and super-level mental strength, so why didn't I just become his apprentice? Teacher Delin offered to do it himself, I'm not stupid."

"As for comprehending [Earth Pulse] —" Panlong Leylin thought for a moment, "I've only studied earth magic, so it's natural for me to develop in this direction. There are six profound mysteries in earth magic, and my chance of comprehending [Earth Pulse] is one in six. It's normal to stumble upon it, right?"

Dragon Leylin stroked his chin, then suddenly revealed a meaningful smile: "So, will it be like the original protagonist's story next? His mother is sacrificed by the Church of Light, his father dies seeking revenge, and his grandfather Delin is completely destroyed while trying to save you—"

Before he could finish speaking, Panlong Leilin waved his hand to interrupt, "Then there's no need."

He spoke in a relaxed tone, with a hint of relief: "My current father is a Saint-level Dragonblood Warrior, and there are several other Saint-level Dragonblood Warriors in the family. The Holy See of Light would have to be out of their mind to provoke the Baruch family."

Dragon Leylin blinked: "Then you're lacking the protagonist's tragic and vengeful nature now? How can you be a protagonist like that?"

Panlong Leilin was amused by him: "Who says the protagonist has to be full of bitterness and hatred? Look at me now, I'm a protagonist from the transmigration genre, okay? If the protagonist of this genre is always full of bitterness and hatred, the readers will curse him to death."

His tone became more serious: "And isn't it much better this way? Teacher Delin can exist peacefully without his soul being scattered. If Lin Lei knew, he'd probably have to thank me."

Dragon Leylin thought for a moment and nodded: "That's true."

Panlong Leilin stood up, stretched his limbs, and said with obvious excitement, "Alright, let's not talk about that for now. After absorbing your power, I feel that my physical strength and mental strength have been greatly improved, and my battle qi and magic power have also become more abundant."

He clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within him: "I feel like I'll be able to officially break through to the Saint Realm after I go back. It won't be a forced breakthrough through the Dragon Blood Warrior transformation; it'll be a genuine Saint Realm breakthrough."

Ainz Ooal Gown, Rayleigh, smiled and nodded: "That's indeed good news. The stronger you are, the stronger what you share with us will be."

Panlong Leilin suddenly stretched out his hand, palm facing upwards.

A flame suddenly ignited out of nowhere.

The flame danced in his palm, changing shape according to his will, sometimes gathering into a fireball, sometimes spreading into a curtain of fire, and sometimes transforming into a thin fire snake that coiled and wandered around his fingertips.

He looked at his hands, his tone incredulous: "You know what? I used to know absolutely nothing about fire-based powers, but now—"

The flame suddenly flared up in his palm, then meekly retreated into a small flame.

"Based on my current performance, in my world, I would definitely be considered a super-level fire-type affinity." Panlong Leilin's eyes gleamed.

"Moreover, with the innate fire control power that you shared with me, after returning and organizing it a bit, combined with my understanding of the laws, becoming a fire-type holy warrior or mage will be no problem at all."

He couldn't help but laugh, with a hint of self-deprecation: "I was originally supposed to specialize in earth magic, but now I'm actually better at fire magic."

Dragon Leylin's eyes lit up, and he immediately pressed, "So, my power is indeed equivalent to the Saint Realm level in your realm?"

Panlong Leilin glanced at him, somewhat helplessly: "Can you please not focus on such strange things? But—just based on the fire-type laws you currently control, if you convert them, it is indeed at the Saint-level."

Dragon Leylin's face fell: "How could this be? I thought he was at least on par with a lower-level god, but it turns out he's not even that good?"

Panlong Leilin shook his head, his tone serious: "The gap between the Saint Realm and the Lower God is too great, so great that I don't even know when I'll be able to cross it. With your current performance, you're still far from it."

He paused, then added, "However, the laws of different worlds are different. Some laws apply to your world but not to mine. So my judgment is just a general one and may not be absolutely accurate."

Dragon Leylin waved his hand, reverting to his indifferent demeanor: "Whatever, my power is enough for my own world anyway."

Panlong Leilin looked at the still-pulsating flame in his palm, lost in thought: "I still need to spend time sorting out the fire laws of different worlds before I can truly apply them in my own world, but the fire affinity you brought me is the most precious thing. It's like I have another path to take."

Upon hearing this, Game of Thrones's Leylin's eyes darted around as he looked at the dragon Leylin: "The fire elemental power gave him a fire affinity—hey, dragon, didn't you say you were going to deal with the other first-generation beings next? Steal all their power, and you'll have all four elements: earth, water, fire, and wind."

Dragon Leylin rolled his eyes: "The White King represents the spiritual element, not earth, water, fire, or wind, but the powers of the other three first-generation species correspond exactly."

He turned to Panlong Leilin, his eyes filled with anticipation: "If I absorb their power and share it with you, will you receive a corresponding affinity with the laws?"

Panlong Leilin thought for a moment and nodded: "I don't know, but we can give it a try. If it works, then that would indeed be—"

Dragon Clan member Leylin immediately chimed in, his tone exaggerated: "Then you'll be able to fuse the four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind, achieving chaos, directly transcending it, and becoming the controller of the primordial chaos!"

Panlong Leilin paused for a moment, then waved his hand with a wry smile: "Brother, I don't feel any soul mutation right now. Only after soul mutation can the power of different laws be fused. Your idea of ​​fusing the four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind into chaos—you should put it on hold for now."

Dragon Leylin scratched his head: "What the heck? How come sharing didn't mutate your soul?"

Panlong Leilin shrugged: "I don't know. Maybe it's because your souls are all pretty normal, so I haven't mutated either."

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Game of Thrones' Rayleigh immediately chimed in, a mischievous glint in his eye: "Is this dragon's soul pretty normal? I don't think it's quite right to me."

Dragon Rayleigh retorted, "I also feel that you're not quite right in the head and need to correct yourself."

Seeing the two about to start arguing again, Ainz Ooal Gown, Rayleigh, quickly interrupted, "Alright, alright, stop arguing. It's no fun if you just argue without actually fighting."

Panlong Leilin clenched his fist, smiled slightly, and said, "If you want to fight, I'm happy to oblige."

Everyone laughed upon hearing this.

Dragon Leylin wisely shut up. He had witnessed the fate of Monster Hunter Leylin with his own eyes, and he wouldn't be foolish enough to fight Panlong Leylin.

After chatting for a few more minutes, everyone said their goodbyes.

In the gray fog, the campfire still burned quietly.

Looking forward to the next gathering.