Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 687 - 391: Father, Can I Have a Hug?_2

Of course, even Noah had to admit that the effort he spent on this eldest grandson exceeded that on all previous offspring. Although there were special reasons related to this dragon grandson himself, it was also a change Noah made after reflection.

It’s just that, as one of the costs of Noah’s reflection, Terramus couldn’t help but feel a bit upset upon seeing the treatment his child received. Fortunately, it was his own child.

"Dragon God? Father, do you think I can ascend to godhood?"

"Why not?"

Noah countered.

With the relationship between him, as a father, and the divine beings, as his offspring, should there be any reverence or admiration for this level of existence?

As a target worth pursuing and surpassing, this is the attitude his offspring should have when facing the divine.

"Then what kind of god do you think I could become?"

Terramus continued to ask, without answering.

"For such a question, do you still need to ask me? Do you not have any idea in your own mind? What divine position would suit you better than Death?"

"The Death Domain? Father, do you think the gods hostile to you aren’t numerous enough already?"

Terramus inquired in puzzlement.

He really couldn’t believe what prompted his father to make such a suggestion.

The situation his father faced was well known to him, the deities in the Sun, Light, and similar domains had little goodwill towards his father; the Flame Sun Sovereign was the first to take action, but they definitely won’t be the last.

Although his father had currently reached some cooperation with certain gods, the cooperation was temporary, and relations among gods are very fragile, let alone between the divine and the Dragon Clan. Their cooperation was merely to meet their needs.

Because his father and certain gods wished for the downfall of the Flame Sun Sovereign, the cooperation had a basis. Once this goal was achieved, the cooperation would naturally end, and rather than become strangers, confrontation and mortal combat would be likely.

Yet now his father suggested he step into the Death Domain. Though it was unlike the Sun and lacked a real carrier, the concept of death was present everywhere.

In some sense, this was greater than some domains Noah had intruded upon. Certain doomsday cults everywhere proclaim that death is the ultimate eternity, and the world’s destruction signifies the ultimate arrival of death; death always exists.

According to Terramus’ understanding, the oldest Death God required no faith from the mundane world. He sat quietly, watching countless planes birth and perish, observing the passage of time, seemingly unconcerned, simply recording everything.

Even if he couldn’t threaten this Ancient God, other deities occupying the Death Godhood were enough to pose serious challenges to any observers.

The deities holding such positions needed not excel in combat, as they inherently embodied a special group even gods were reluctant to provoke.

"Just say whether you want to or not."

Noah spoke.

"If given the opportunity, I wouldn’t pass up becoming a Death God of the Dragon Clan."

Terramus was straightforward, not hiding his thoughts. Once on this path, only by ascending to godhood could he cleanse everything; otherwise, he’d be merely a Golden Dragon toying with the undead.

"Then you should develop in this direction!"

Although Noah did not intend to enthrone himself as a god, he did not oppose his offspring becoming true gods.

"What about those Death Gods?"

"Having already offended so many gods, what difference does offending more make? Essentially, what’s the difference?"

Noah exhibited a rather carefree attitude, or perhaps indifference. Death Gods indeed commanded awe, but that didn’t include Noah.

The power that divinity exerted in the Material Realm was limited; no god could be an exception, and those most dreaded Death-related Divine Techniques, Noah didn’t believe they could overcome his numerous resistances as an Ancestral Dragon Species.

"I need followers, Dragon-man followers!"

Seeing his father being so agreeable today, Terramus’ eyes shifted, making a further request.

"Get lost, if you want Dragon-man followers, go cultivate them yourself."

Noah did not let his second son take advantage of this. He had enough room for improvement and plenty of time to cultivate a group of followers, so best not to count on his father, whose resources weren’t plentiful.

"Then I need people, well-educated, high-quality humans!"

"Sure, but you’ll have to recruit them yourself; I can offer you access to channels."

"Recruit?"

"That’s right, you intend to establish an underground kingdom solely for yourself, right? Since it’s a kingdom, it needs a management hierarchy. Do you expect a bunch of Mechanical Undead to serve as your administrators?"

"Understood!"

Terramus nodded thoughtfully, reasoning and tempting with benefits.

"Good, then you should go check on your son!"

The fully grown Golden Dragon nodded, preparing to visit his timid and introverted son again. However, as he turned, he hesitated and then looked towards Noah. Under Noah’s puzzled gaze, he made a request,

"Father, could I have a hug?"

Noah paused for a moment, didn’t speak but transformed back into Dragon-man form, striding down the Jade Platform. Under the slightly surprised gaze of the initially regretting Terramus, he pulled him into an embrace,

"Terra, whatever you wish to do, I will support you and shield you from all threats you cannot bear. Just go ahead and do whatever you want."

"Father! I..."

"You should go see your child; having just a grandfather around is far from enough. I cannot ultimately replace your role as a father."

Noah let go, stepped back a few steps, then once again dissolved the Transformation Technique, reverting to his emperor-like majestic form, coiled above the Jade Platform.

Terramus took a moment to react, staring straight at Noah, as if he had just experienced an incredible hallucination.

"Can I take Cezer out to play? To the underground."

"You should have taken him out a long time ago."

"I’ll bring him back in twenty days."

"No need, return when you’ve had your fill of fun, or you can keep him nearby for teaching, if you like."

"I’ll try, and if it doesn’t work, then I’ll bring him back."

"Alright."

Before long, a big and small dragon pair left Elisium together through the Transmission Array, entering the Dark Territory; Noah, observing this scene all along, couldn’t help showing a smile.

However, that smile didn’t linger on Noah’s face for long before being wiped away by sudden news, news from Central Earth, indicating the Elf Court was facing an unprecedented crisis.

Seeing the elves in dire straits was usually something Noah would relish, even if now the Elf Court was ruled by his grandniece Parvati.

After all, his grandniece didn’t enter the Elf Court to destroy the Elf Clan. If that truly were the case, she’d be driven away, even if a demigod, incapable of maintaining power.

The Royal Family and priests hadn’t descended to madness to such an extent. In fact, under Parvati’s rule, the Elf Court, despite having endured millennia, was gradually reviving and becoming vibrant, presenting a markedly different look from the past few thousand years.

Especially after being tested by the Undead Calamity, the redistribution of power within the Elf Court enabled the previously upper-level concentrated benefits and resources to start circulating towards the middle and lower tiers.

Thus, in recent years, many heroic figures and legendary seedlings have emerged in the Elf Court, gradually showing signs of revival and renaissance.

But just as the Elf Court was slowly regaining the glory of its prosperous era, the blood-red shadow from the Eternal Night subtly shrouded the Elf Court.