Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 699 - 397: At Worst, Report to the Holy Dragon_2
A succession of spells that relaxed the body and awakened the consciousness descended, and amidst the continuous wave of warmth, Jeddon slowly opened his eyes under the various expressions of indifference, silence, or concern from those around him.
"Are you alright?"
Cezer extended a dragon claw to support Jeddon, who had regained consciousness but was still somewhat dazed.
The former, as the eldest grandson of the Holy Dragon, had already mastered his awakened spiritual energy perfectly, no longer easily reducing everything he touched to ashes.
As for the latter, his consciousness was burdened with the knowledge of a world-shaking divine battle spreading across countless planes and its final outcome—a pressure too immense for a young red dragon who simply wished to grow up healthily.
For the defeated party of the divine war was currently dwelling within him, and according to that entity, they had already become one, inseparable.
Therefore, if faced with mortal danger and Jeddon couldn’t withstand it, he would turn to dust. Yet, Helios, who possessed partial divine essence, could endure, though at great loss.
This unequal and involuntary relationship made Jeddon extremely agitated, but he was helpless. Nonetheless, he struck a deal with the fallen deity, relying on his willingness to risk everything.
With choices available, Jeddon naturally wished to avoid exposure before the Holy Dragon Emperor, considering the enormous issue within him as he desired to live.
Thus, staring at the Holy Dragon descendant within reach, Jeddon felt uneasy, having previously resolved internally not to interact with such noble members of the Metallic Dragon Race to avoid unknown taboos and consequent misfortunes, now even more unwilling to engage.
However, as a Colorful Dragon without choice in the Metallic Dragon Race’s territory, he had no option but to passively withstand surrounding malice or goodwill.
"I’m fine."
Faced with the close presence of a Holy Dragon descendant, Jeddon couldn’t display any coldness or resistance, especially under the watchful eyes of so many Metallic Dragons, most notably the ancient Brass Dragon overseeing the Floating Ship—an existence he could not defy.
Thus, amid the envious and puzzled gazes of the Metallic Dragons, the red dragon, instead of being alienated, was warmly greeted by the Holy Dragon’s eldest grandson who kept him by his side.
Such gestures might lead one to think they were siblings or long-lost mentors, yet their distinctly different-colored scales marked their bloodline differences.
"The Holy Dragon’s grandson is indeed intriguing, not close to Metallic Dragons but rather to red dragons."
As the Floating Ship entered the Cloud Sea Secret Realm, the responsible old dragon jovially remarked to an elderly figure who had appeared beside him.
"Haven’t you heard of the Holy Dragon Grandson’s origins?"
The golden-haired, golden-eyed Sun Elf, evidently a Metal Dragon in human form, glanced at the chatty elder beside him.
"You’ve already stated his identity, why still talk about origins?"
"I don’t mean his authoritative identity, but his lineage. Not a pure-blooded Golden Dragon, but a mixed blood."
"Isn’t that obvious? What’s there to discuss?"
The old Brass Dragon grumbled.
"Haven’t you noticed the issue? As the Holy Dragon’s grandson, he only started school as a young dragon."
"What’s wrong with that? The academy’s rules were set by his grandfather anyway; he can join whenever he wants."
"If there were no issues, the rule-setting dragon would abide by the rules more rigorously than anyone else. The delayed enrollment signifies an abnormality distinct from other dragons."
"What is it then?"
"Not sure, but I believe Noah’s grandson is definitely a misfit among the Dragon Clan, and this red dragon seems misfit too. In some ways, they are more alike than us."
"Abnormal Dragon!"
The old Brass Dragon suddenly enlightened, his eyes shining as he observed the central figures encircled by younglings, gleaming gold and red.
In the academy, the most traditional pursuit is the Ancestor Dragon line, but beyond that, there’s an uncertain yet equally powerful path—the evolutionary mutation.
Evolution is life’s miracle; lower-ranking beings are more prone to evolve. For instance, some Kobolds can undergo three to five evolutions in their lifetime, eventually transforming into formidable Dragon-men.
These Kobold types, however, often only emerge in extremely unique regions, like the Dragon Domain established by Holy Dragon Noah, linked undeniably to bloodlines; the lower the starting point, the easier the evolution.
The Dragon Clan, especially True Dragon Species, aiming for complete evolution is nearly impossible, but life holds no absolutes.
Dragons can achieve partial evolution focused on specific traits, allowing them to surpass peers. Hence, it’s regarded as a path, albeit without stable progression.
Yet, one recognized principle is that naturally abnormal dragons can evolve more readily than ordinary dragon species.
"This is merely speculative; refrain from spreading these claims. For special dragons like these, normal educational arrangements suffice; if their abilities exceed their age, schedule advancement tests. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
Regarding the eldest grandson of the Holy Dragon or the red dragon, the Dragon Academy made no special treatment, approaching calmly. This wasn’t the first time accepting a Holy Dragon descendant into the academy, and Jeddon wasn’t the first Colorful Dragon to enroll, nothing surprising.
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"The divine status once promised to me, isn’t just these."
Noah gazed at the crystalline entity before him, only the size of a human baby’s fist, emanating a blue glow—a divine object capable of driving numerous Ascenders and Demigods to madness, risking their lives to fight for, left behind by a fallen Ocean deity, seemingly possessing partial divine position.
Yet faced with such a true divine object, Noah’s eyes were cold rather than joyful, for it did not match the agreed quantity.
Merely less than a fifth of the promised divine entities; although initially, Noah hadn’t expected these individuals to honor their agreement, he hadn’t anticipated their shamelessness.
"Based on your contributions in this war, this is all you deserve."
A figure enveloped in a faint golden light responded to the ancestral Golden Dragon’s question, adding before the dragon could grow angry,
"Honestly, this was what I fought for you. They unanimously decided that the warfare you instigated among mortals didn’t considerably weaken the Flame Sun Sovereign Heliers, so naturally, they couldn’t fulfill the original promise to give you everything."
"You fought for me, then who are you? They decided, who are they?"
Noah’s gaze turned cold; although he knew many divines didn’t view him as an equal, he didn’t expect the immortal trash born of faith to be so arrogant.
"I attacked three major planes using the coordinates you provided, all core belief locations of Helios. Now you claim the war I stirred did not impact the divine war; who are you trying to fool?"
"Noah, I understand your dissatisfaction, but facts are facts. Heliers’ belief spans nearly a hundred planes; attacking three planes, do you think it changes anything? Isn’t that also because our followers coordinate in the mundane realm?"
"His belief spans nearly a hundred planes; does each has a theocratic nation? Does he have a hundred theocratic nations? When attempting to fool me, why not consider my origins?"
