Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 743 - 419_2

Noah, whom Terramus considered an expert even to the point of feeling inferior, broke down after heading to Heaven and witnessing the interaction between his brother and his future sister-in-law. He found Heaven utterly unbearable, especially when near his brother.

For Terramus, who had neither seen nor experienced such emotions before, both parties were awkwardly interacting in their own ways, fervent and daring, while giving each other what they possessed.

A Dragon Clan with such pure blood could never have such emotional experiences. After witnessing this kind of emotion, Terramus harbored an intense longing greediness, knowing he could never be like his big brother, and that the dragons he would meet in the future could never be like his future sister-in-law, something he could never possess.

He saw beautiful emotions, yet he clearly knew that he could never have such beautiful emotions, which was where Terramus’ psyche collapsed.

"He’s just a child, what could he possibly understand?"

"Well, taking it slow has its benefits too; letting things take their natural course is also good."

Noah didn’t rush them, even though he knew his eldest son would spend a considerable time in Heaven and even replace his mother to lead wars in other parts of the Material Realm. Yet Noah was not in a hurry.

Because ultimately, Iliad would lead an angel legion back, and Noah was confident of this, knowing Heaven could not keep his child, not even the Blazing Sky God could do anything about it.

Even if Iliad and the angel named Hela became partners and had children together, it would indeed give him concerns and worries, but it could never make him retreat.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?"

"No more."

"Oh, then that’s it."

"Wait a minute, I suddenly remembered something."

Just as Ophelia was about to end the communication, Noah called out again.

"What do you want now?"

"You should have quite a bit of time now, right?"

The eyes of the Golden Dragon showed a restlessness.

"Why?"

"Didn’t you pass a war over to our child? So you shouldn’t have much to do now, right?"

"I do have matters, so much that I’m already too busy, so don’t daydream; whatever thoughts you have, I suggest you dispel them early."

"No, you have the time, I kind of miss you, why don’t you come down and see me?"

Noah straightforwardly made the request, ignoring everything else.

"Miss me? Then why don’t you come to Heaven? You are my partner, yet you haven’t come to visit my father till now, do you think that’s appropriate?"

Ophelia retorted.

"It’s not that I don’t want to go to Heaven; it’s that I dare not go. You know my situation, Heaven imposes no constraints on the Divine."

Noah felt helpless. Currently, his activities were confined to the Material Realm, never venturing into either the upper planes or the incomplete-rule lower planes unless he became a true Immortal Dragon King.

"Who asked you not to listen to my advice? If you were willing to listen to me..."

"Impossible, Ophelia. No need to say that anymore."

Noah’s tone changed; he could be accommodating, even apologizing, when it came to emotions, but he would never heed anyone’s directives or suggestions concerning his future. The path he walked would be one he decided on his own.

"Why are you so stubborn? Are you planning to stay in the Material Realm for your entire life never to emerge?"

None could deny the might of an Ancestral Golden Dragon within the Material Realm; even the Divine had to yield, for the cost of contending with such a being, let alone annihilating it, was far too severe for the Divine.

"Of course not. One day, I will become the Dragon King, then I will visit your father."

Noah declared with absolute conviction.

"Dragon King? You want to become the Dragon King?"

"Of course, haven’t I made my intentions clear enough?"

"But..."

"I have already found my Dragon King Road, so just wait. You will be the partner of a Dragon King."

Previously, Noah felt confused about the Dragon King Road, but as his descendants captured two planes and established footholds within them, the significant feedback from the Golden Tree filled Noah with boundless confidence.

Although presently Terramus merely secured a foothold in the world he chose to conquer, and even Iliad, having completed his first war, only occupied a corner of his plane, this still provided Noah with unprecedented feedback.

The fall of an enemy legend could yield a complete Blood Origin Fruit from the Golden Tree, so what would be the feedback following the fall of a nation, the slaughter of millions of lives, and the utter destruction of opposing forces of vengeance?

It would still be a Blood Origin Fruit, though one shimmering brightly, like a rising sun, which Noah named the Ascension King Fruit.

Yet this only granted Noah a glimpse of hope for ascending to the Dragon King, because it was merely an enhancement of bloodline, while the Dragon King’s power lay not in the bloodline, but in the dominion over authorities comparable to that of the Divine!

Unfortunately, despite Noah’s display of confidence, Ophelia was neither delighted nor showed any expectation, but rather felt uneasy because she had witnessed too many geniuses below the Divine, of which most held no real significance.

"You are too arrogant, Noah."

"This isn’t arrogance, it’s confidence. Do you think my audacity to fight with the Divine comes from ignorance and cluelessness?"

"What exactly is your confidence founded on?"

Right after asking this, Ophelia realized the inappropriateness,

"Forget it, this is your source secret, I shouldn’t ask. Just be on your guard."

"So, could you come down then?"

"I have many matters to attend to."

"Do you or do you not?"

Noah was unwilling to give up.

"I will find some time."

Faced with Noah’s insistence, the angel did not refuse again but deliberated briefly and answered somewhat reservedly.

"Great, I’ll wait for you."

Finally hearing the answer he desired, Noah laughed heartily.

After ending the communication with the angel, with his spirits lifted, Noah casually interacted with the Alchemy Matrix, and scenes from various parts of the Xilantia Continent were projected before him.

This Alchemy Matrix was constructed by Noah for overseeing the Continent. Although its surveillance covered less than one to two percent of the continent, numerous administrators and nobles were unaware of this.

They only saw the commands from Elisium, able to precisely judge and suppress every single corrupt official and noble who did not comply with the Law Code.

This was enough to suppress many more officials and nobles’ internal malevolence and darkness. Although this was only a fraction, it was sufficient as the Alchemy Matrix served more as a deterrent than practical utility.

The promotion and execution of the Holy Dragon Golden Code were extremely strenuous processes, as this idealized secular order demanded extraordinarily high moral, fundamental quality, and cultivation standards from both officials and residents beneath the Holy Dragon Code.

Maintaining such an order within a certain range posed little issue, something Noah could accomplish with his power, but when expanded to the Xilantia Continent as a whole, the number of officials meeting the Golden Code requirements was far too limited, strained cannot even describe it accurately.

Yet Noah could not abandon the spread of the Golden Order, no matter the hardships, difficulties, or exhaustion; he had to implement it and could not surrender to reality’s helplessness.

The Dark Fruit hung over Noah’s head like a sword, making him dare not to relax in the slightest. Only by maintaining an idealized order could the production ratio of Dark Fruit be suppressed to the maximum.

If left unchecked, Noah’s Golden Tree would soon transform into a Dark Tree. He dared not imagine what would transpire then.

The Golden Tree might not wither, but it would wholly convert into another form, inevitably implicating him in the process.