Chapter 4294

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?”