At the mont the words fell, a majestic Golden Dragon gracefully and mightily stretched its awe-inspiring body in the sky, its magnificent dragon wings like clouds hanging from the heavens extending alongside.
The sandstorm completely subsided, and it wasn’t just the region that was overawed by the presence of the Titan Giant, but the entire half-plane, the sky itself bowed to the Golden Dragon, prostrating under its will.
"Is this the Ancestor Dragon?"
Edith, who had retreated far away, stood on a barren rocky hill devoid of any grass, gazing up at the clear and transparent sky above her. The ceaseless howling winds had vanished, and the flying sand and gravel quietly fell to the earth, restoring the do of the sky to the clarity it hadn’t had for countless ages.
As a Nine Swords Master, she was extrely sensitive to changes in the elents.
Originally, the elents within this half-plane were chaotic and disorderly, extrely agitated, and an outside Mage coming here would need to expend at least twice as much spiritual power compared to a normal environnt to control the elents.
However, now all the chaotic and restless elents had cald down. Unless a Legendary Mage specializing in the elents ca here, it would be impossible to shift even the slightest amount of elental power.
Because at this mont, the elents within this massive half-plane are governed by a single master, all the elents of earth, wind, water, and fire prostrate under his will, subject to his control.
This is not a case of using bloodline advantage or elental affinity to gain control over the elents; it’s purely by overwhelming spiritual power, or one could say the Dragon Soul, that everything here is ruled.
"You lost, Uranos!"
The Nine Swords Master, with extrely rich battle experience, looked toward the distant battle between the Golden Dragon and the Titan Giant, and sighed.
The entire half-plane had already fallen under the dominion of the Golden Dragon’s domain. Even though the Golden Dragon did not command the elents for its use, rely by the change in the elents, all of Uranos’s attacks and movents were transparently one-sided.
Unless Uranos’s movents could be faster than the Golden Dragon’s thinking speed, which was impossible, just from this control and command over the elents, one could see how powerful the Golden Dragon’s soul was.
Of course, Uranos could also use his own bloodline power to create a combat domain by himself, expelling all elents.
But this would be a contest of domains, and expending resources against the half-plane lying prostrate before the Ancestral Golden Dragon, the first to be unable to hold on would certainly be her son.
"Noah, without realizing it, you’ve grown this strong."
Edith furrowed her brows, she couldn’t understand, and so she pondered,
"Without any flaws, almost perfect, why suppress your own power, when clearly you could advance."
A huge doubt filled the heart of this Nine Swords Master. Even if she placed herself in the perspective of the Golden Dragon, she still couldn’t understand why this dragon continued to suppress itself.
What exactly is Noah waiting for? Is there any domain that he hasn’t perfected yet?
Clearly already very powerful, his body could be compared to the Ancient Dragons that had been honed over millennia, and the resilience of his Dragon Soul could compete with those Dragon Witches.
Although not a professional spellcaster, Edith could ascertain that with Noah’s Dragon Soul strength, even if separated from his draconic body, he could still interfere with the Material Realm.
"Why?"
At this mont, it’s not just Edith who feels perplexed, but also Uranos, who is battling against Noah.
The Titan Giant, who has already given his all, stumbled backward a few steps. He looked at the weapon in his hand, bestowed by the heavens, and then up again toward the seemingly unscathed Golden Dragon opposite him.
It’s not that, as the inheritor of the Titan Bloodline, he couldn’t break through the Golden Dragon’s defense; it’s just that the dragon’s vitality was overwhelmingly vigorous.
Shattered scales, scorched muscles, even broken and shattered bones could all regrow and heal in an instant, vitality so abundant it filled one with despair.
But the most vexing for Uranos was his intuition telling him that the Golden Dragon before him was still hiding part of its strength, not showing everything.
"Why, why?"
Noah stretched his dragon claws and arms, and he had to admit, it had been a long ti since he’d had such an exhilarating battle, blow after blow, flesh t against weapon, truly invigorating and delightful,
"Why do you have so many distractions now? When you were little, you didn’t talk so much."
"Why can I still not win?"
Uranos bluntly asked.
His blood and energy were still vigorous, his fighting spirit continuously restoring, and the Thunder Spear in his hand shone brilliantly. He could persist for a very long ti.
But his ntal will felt exhausted because his battle intuition, honed through thousands of battles, told him that this was a battle he couldn’t win, facing an opponent he couldn’t shake.
"Why do you have such doubts?"
Noah also felt perplexed.
"I’ve already broken through to Legend!"
"And then?"
The Golden Dragon was utterly at a loss,
"Is this why you think you can defeat ?"
"Where am I lacking?"
"You’re lacking in everything!"
Noah responded unreservedly,
"Your technique is even inferior to mine, your fighting spirit accumulation is also insufficient, and most importantly your bloodline, I clearly told you, to reach achievents comparable to or surpassing your grandfather’s, you need to complete three awakenings, how many have you completed?"
"...One."
"So, you hastily broke through before completing it? For what exactly?"
Noah’s every word struck like a hamr, staring at the giant before him who had lost his fighting spirit,
"Are you so eager to beco a king, so impatiently putting on the crown? When clearly no one is fighting you for it, why are you in such a rush?"
"I am a born Bloodline Awakener, even my grandfather couldn’t compare with when he was young."
"So, you think completing one awakening at the Ultimate Intent Realm is enough, you think you can compare with your grandfather, and then you confidently broke through?"
The Golden Dragon rcilessly pierced through Uranos’s thoughts,
"You were born powerful, among the three generations of Augustus, no one compares to you, so you think everything goes as you wish?"
"No, I never thought like that, my grandfather and you have always been my targets to pursue."
"Then you won’t need to pursue anymore in the future."
Noah swept his long tail, leaving a deep and arched abyss on the scarred ground below,
"You will never catch up to and your grandfather."
"Do I really have no chance?"
"In choosing between becoming a king and a warrior, you chose to beco a king. Since you’ve put on the crown, then fulfill your duties as a king well."
The Golden Dragon spoke leisurely,
"You cannot beco a pure warrior, so be a competent monarch."
Advancing to Legendary is the last and most crucial transformation opportunity for a Transcendent before ascending to godhood. If missed, there’s almost no redy.
This transformative opportunity, even the Dragon Clan’s Deep Sleep Period can’t compare, or rather it’s far inferior, as it is a life-level transcendental transformation.
"Is this how you evaluate and view ?"
"What? Are you not convinced?"
Noah squinted his eyes. He already weighed how capable his big nephew was.
He didn’t know if the Titan Bloodline inheritors could only reach this level or if foster father Casius had perford extraordinarily, raising his expectations, but right now, Noah just felt that his big nephew posed no threat to him.
"I don’t believe it."
Uranos raised his head, and for a mont, Noah seed to see that child who once crossed mountains and valleys, just for the pursuit of honing and growth.
"Hahaha, if you want to overturn my evaluation, then show it with facts."
"I certainly will."
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