The Almighty Dragon General

The Almighty Dragon General Chapter 4294-Leilani rediscovered the memories of her time on Planet Desolation.
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 Planet Desolation 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 similarities between the two.
Firstly and foremost, both Forty-nine and Wyot received the inheritance of the Compassionate Path Master on Planet Desolation.
Additionally, they both possessed the Blithe Omniscience and Chaos Power.
Leilani’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 Leilani’s emergence, he felt compelled to approach her and ask, “What memories have returned to you? What
do you recall?”
Leilani cast a solemn glance at Jethro and replied, “I have remembered the events that took place on Planet
Desolation. Forty-nine is Wyot.”
The moment those words left her mouth, Jethro’s pupils narrowed as he fixated his gaze on Leilani.
“It can’t be,” he uttered in disbelief.

“It’s absolutely true,” Leilani explained, “Forty-nine received the lineage of the Compassionate Path Master on Planet Desolation.
He also obtained the Primal Mantra. I witnessed him using the Omniscience Path on Planet Desolation. 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 had come 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, Leilani’s revelation that Forty-nine was actually Wyot from the Doom Race left him feeling bewildered and skeptical.
“Alright, I get it.” Jethro glanced at Leilani 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,” Leilani replied.
“You may leave now.” Jethro gestured with a wave of his hand.
Leilani 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 become the Patriarch of the Doom Race.”
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 Thala Realm. He stood at the entrance of the Angel
Race, reminiscing about the last time he had set foot in this place.
The last time he had visited this place was in search of Empyrean herbs, back when his cultivation base was still weak.
However, he had since ascended to become 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 proclaimed with unwavering determination, “I, Wyot, the
Great Elder of the Doom Race, humbly pay my respects to the Angel Race!”
His proclamation reverberated throughout the entire Angel Race, leaving a lasting echo.
While Jethro contemplated 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 he coming 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 Leilani?”
“Did he come to annihilate my race after I saw through his Soul Genesis Aura in the Stone Realm?”