The Almighty Dragon General

Chapter 1560
Sol, the Western Border.
Mount Littleroot, the Blithe family’s headquarters.
The Blithe family was known for being a relatively strong family since the days of old and had their accomplishments recorded
throughout history.
Their time spent in the sun also eventually came to an end.
For the past hundred years, the Blithe family had not risen to their former glory.
Not long ago, they invited many martial artists in order to make an impactful return back into the ancient martial world.
They held aspirations to become the best of the ancient martial world upon their comeback.
However, their plans went awry because of James.
Wiston had personally taken action against him.
He was already old and did not reap any benefits from participating in that battle. His True Energy ebbed away after going all out,
and the vitality slowly drained from his body ever since.
His time was almost up.
At that moment, Winston sat in a lotus position on the ground in his closed-door sanctuary in a side nook of Mount Littleroot.
He wore a plain coat. On his bald head were little lesions, giving off a grotesque appearance.
His face was pale, and he did not have a healthy complexion.
Donovan knelt in front of him.
“Donovan.”
Winston looked at Donovan sorrowfully as he uttered softly, “I did my best in the Mount Thunder Conference but did not manage
to snatch the Spirit Turtle’s core.

After my return, I meditated to stabilize my vitality. However, I’ve been growing weaker with each passing day. My time is almost
up.”
Kneeling on the ground, Donovan said promptly, “That can’t be true, Grand Patriarch. I’m sure you’ll live for another hundred
years.
The Blithes still need your leadership. Our family has yet to become the greatest family in the world.”
Winston shook his head dejectedly. “It’s too late. I don’t have that time. I probably have three to five months or a year and a half
at most.”
“Grand Patriarch...”
“You have to remember what I’m about to tell you.” Winston interrupted Donovan’s words with an urgent stare.
“Understood, Grand Patriarch. Please go ahead.”
Winston looked at the clear skies and fell into deep thought. After a while, he began to speak.
“The Blithe family was established during the time of King Quavon. Our ancestor was a talented subordinate under His Majesty.
“Back then, he ruled the world and he yearned to obtain immortality. So, the whole world searched for the Elixir of Life.
“Our ancestor had traveled far out to the South Pacific with the national official, Finnegan Xanthos, and encountered a phoenix.
“Finnegan led a three thousand man battalion to slay the phoenix but were unsuccessful.
“Only a few of them escaped from the battle alive.
“Our ancestor was one of these few.
“There’s a legend passed down in our family that the blood of a phoenix can grant one immortality.
“King Quavon forged a legendary weapon to slay the phoenix and gain immortality.
“Legend has it that an earthquake shook the lands and the seas churned violently when the sword was forged.
“In historical records, the sword is called the Primordial Sword. It is the greatest sword in history.

“However, the sword was lost to time.
“No one knows why, but he had never gone out into the seas to kill the phoenix ever again.
If I’m not mistaken, the Primordial Sword should be in King Quavon’s Mausoleum. Paired with the Primordial Sword is also the
First Sword Art.
“King Quavon summoned swordsmen from all over the world and spent decades creating this invincible sword technique.
“It was created specifically to slaughter phoenixes. It’s an unbeatable sword technique.”
Donovan listened attentively.
He never expected the Blithes to have such a history.