Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 800 - 447: Forging the True Dragon Body, Commanding Wind, Rain, and Thunder
As time passed, crystalline silver threads began to appear in the water, gradually growing and spreading. From a bird’s-eye view, it seemed like a magnificent silver flower blossoming in the water.
However, under the bloom of this silver flower, all things withered, as all vitality and spirituality were plundered to nourish the slumbering being at the flower’s center.
"Capture living creatures and release them into this body of water."
Odin did not stand idly by; upon sensing that Noah’s transformation and Split Soul required nourishment that seemed insufficient, he immediately mobilized his people, organizing an offering of sacrifices for Noah’s transformation.
"Yes, Alphard, Sir!"
Swash~
A massive mammoth giant beast, standing seven meters tall with four scimitar-like ivory tusks, was thrown into the marsh. This colossal beast, nearly unstoppable on land, struggled briefly after plunging into the lake, only to be entangled by white threads like serpents.
In an instant, a shrill cry echoed because countless white threads pierced its hide, burrowed into its flesh, and extracted its vitality.
The mammoth’s body withered at a visibly rapid pace; its flesh’s vitality and vigor were plundered, merely in the blink of an eye reducing the once robust beast to a shriveled shell.
Its dull grayish-white hide clung tightly to its skin, sticking to the bones. Finally, after the last bit of vitality nestled in its organs and marrow was completely drained, the beast’s skeleton sank into the water, holding no further value.
This was not the only one; it was merely a single sacrifice among thousands of beasts. Such was the nature of this offering, solely to expedite the emergence of the Monarch from the water.
With such a large-scale feeding, the silver flower blossoming in the water, radiating purity and a divine aura, was tinged with blood, acquiring a hint of savagery and cruelty, appearing somewhat eerie and malevolent.
The natural cycle of predation is the law of nature, where powerful creatures devour the weaker ones to sustain their survival, growth, and expansion. So-called bloodthirst and cruelty are merely human concepts.
Nevertheless, the large-scale feeding and sacrifice inevitably attracted the attention of many powers, especially the forces Odin had established.
Due to the short founding time and lack of foundation, those serving him were drawn by profit rather than shared ideals, resulting in poor loyalty.
As time passed, these Cloud-piercing Ships from other realms began appearing over the once barbaric water domain.
Odin remained silent, persistently feeding. Only when some factions attempted to strike during Noah’s slumber would he employ ruthless measures for extermination.
However, even without any realm barrier, Odin’s developmental span was too brief, and his forces were too weak, lacking deterrence, causing his domineering stance of killing infiltrators to eventually incite public anger.
"Noah, you owe me for this one!"
The Cloud-piercing Arrows, capable of traversing continents, were shattered under tempestuous power, like toys transformed into a heap of useless steel debris, and at this moment, Odin, under the guise of Alphard, finally erupted, showcasing invincible combat prowess.
With memory intact, neither Noah nor Odin bothered about realms; the sole concern was the accumulation of power.
Tear~
As Odin fought a bloody battle over the marshes, seemingly ever more difficult, beneath the waters, a snow-white cocoon shattered, with crystalline Dragon Claws emerging, covered with silver Dragon Scales that radiated brilliance even under gloomy skies.
Roar—
As another claw tore through the Dragon’s cocoon, the being nurtured within was revealed to the many native powerhouses of the Space-Time Realm.
The creature was a long, serpentine Silver-scaled Dragon, unfamiliar to the plethora of native creatures of the Space-Time Realm.
But to Odin, this Dragon was distinctly a replica of his true form, save for the color of the scales; otherwise, its features were mostly similar.
Yet, in reality, its essence was entirely different, causing Odin’s expression to subtly shift, for this Dragon Clan’s true form harnessed fire, symbolized by the Sun, with an extended Domain of Light.
Now, this avatar governed water, mastered wind, with mists exhaled from its mouth and nostrils flashing with lightning.
Harnessing rivers, wielding storm and thunder
Such displays alone made Odin, who sought to reclaim his Divine Position, uneasy; it appeared as if this avatar was deliberately challenging him.
The crux was, this True Dragon Body molded after his original form was refined in many aspects and details.
Dragon Beards floated beside its dragon mouth, a gleaming pearl held beneath its chin, neck flying gracefully with the currents, clearly defined dense dragon mane, back fins equipped with sharp sword-like spines... These structures, rendering it more divine than his original form.
Even Odin, once a Divine King, had to admit that Noah’s avatar’s stature truly befitted a place in the Temple, worshiped by countless beings.
As a Divine King, Odin was not narrow-minded; he did not begrudge sharing his authority, but invading his Divine Position Domain was another matter.
He could actively guide, encourage Noah to promote faith within the Space-Time Realm, but only under the guise of the Sun Holy Dragon’s Golden Dragon Faith, not of a Divine Dragon ruling rivers, controlling storm and thunder.
As the Divine King wielding storms and thunder as weapons, Odin found it difficult to esteem Noah’s avatar unless Noah was willing to subordinate this avatar beneath him as a Servant God; however, the dragon’s demeanor showed no signs of acquiescence.
Crackle~
Accompanied by the True Dragon tearing through the cocoon and emerging, river waters surged, mist steamed above, like rivers and marshes reversing toward the Sky Dome, with lightning flashing between enveloping waters.
Word Spirit·Thunder Prison
Noah felt the power within the True Dragon Body being swiftly extracted, yet the effect achieved was astonishingly potent; opponents seemingly formidable against Odin’s avatar were obliterated instantly, swept away in a moment, leaving merely a few, barely surviving.
"Your dragon body is superb! Are you planning to establish a Divine Enthronement here?"
As the True Dragon soared and alighted beside him, Odin casually inquired.
"Divine Enthronement? As what god?"
Noah looked somewhat surprised at the excessively handsome, slightly alluring Divine King before him,
"You probably understand me; I never intended to pursue Divine Enthronement." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
"True form ascends to Dragon King, avatar rises to the Divine Throne, becoming Dragon God, isn’t that wonderful."
"Destined to reap both benefits, I dare not imagine such a feat unless I completely split my Dragon Soul."
Noah chuckled, unhesitatingly extinguishing this nascent thought; he could not tear apart his Dragon Soul.
Should it tear, would the avatar still be an avatar? Besides, if the avatar amassed faith, raised to the Divine Throne, elevating to Dragon God, while his original form struggled on the path of the Dragon King, strength disparity would clearly surface, then which is the avatar? Which is the original form?
"It can be done!"
"Don’t test me; this place is appealing, but I’m not interested in it. Hurry up and fetch the Black King’s bones for me; once obtained, I’ll find the path to becoming Dragon King and begin preparations. I can’t linger here with you."
"You’ve already glimpsed its prototype; why seek from the Black King?"
Odin glanced at the water marsh below, where the silver flower was wilting with the True Dragon’s emergence, thin silver threads disintegrating.
