Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 898 496: The Holy Dragon's Divine Offspring (Part 2)

"..."
After Jeddon spoke these words, Heliers, who had been agitated in his consciousness, suddenly fell silent. After a long silence, a voice filled with resentment and unwillingness emerged,
"I have never lost to Noah, never at all. What he defeated was merely my avatar!"
After dropping this statement, Heliers fell silent once again, without the previous noise and clamor.
Jeddon didn't add further remarks; a mortal creature suppressed a divine incarnation, and in the same realm, the superiority between the two is clear.
Now, the divine has fallen, and the former Holy Dragon has become the Dragon King. Not to mention Heliers' resurrection being far from possible, even if he were revived, he wouldn't likely be a match for the Holy Dragon Emperor.
But there's no need to speak these words; the Flame Sun Sovereign probably knows it well himself. When Noah ascended to become the Dragon King, this remnant soul stayed quiet for a long time, saying nothing.
"Jeddon, ready? We're about to depart!"
Without Helios' interference, Jeddon quickly embarked on his path as a dragon for himself, of course, even if this divine entity blocked the way, he would unhesitatingly go to the Dusk World, following the Holy Dragon's eldest grandson.
Jeddon has realized that the core of the Golden Order now expanding in the endless void is indeed Holy Dragon Noah. As a Red Dragon, and not even being a Legend, he certainly is not qualified to attach himself and follow the Holy Dragon.
Luckily, when he was young, he encountered the equally young Holy Dragon's eldest grandson and grew alongside him. Until this day, he can rely on this relationship to possibly become the Commander of a world forged by dragons, or even compete for Governor.
Yet, in Jeddon's eyes, the power to control one world obtained in such a manner is too insubstantial. To gain these, one must distance himself from the Holy Dragon's eldest grandson.
Such an exchange, such a price to pay, agreeing to it would be true folly and unmatched stupidity.
When the cross-border Transmission Array burst forth glorious radiance, splitting the void, a stream of energy, as splendid and colorful as a rainbow, traversed through it.
As Jeddon operated the Meditation Method to calm the magic power inside him, agitated and boiling due to the cross-border transmission, he staggered out of the Transmission Array rather disoriented, and the golden-haired youth appeared in front of him, his gaze as warm and gentle as yellow jade, showing concern.
"Are you alright? Without the protection of a Floating City, relying solely on oneself to withstand the spatial transmission backlash is indeed uncomfortable."
"Not feeling too bad."
Though golden sunshine with warmth cascaded from the sky, Jeddon felt the unique essence of this world as his spiritual power stabilized; if asked to rate it, it would be silence, desolation, and tranquility.
This is a dying world, yet vigorous life-force is being injected, attempting to restore its former glory.
"Holy Dragon Emperor!"
The Red Dragon Jeddon, revealing his original form, draped his wings, using all four limbs to crawl out from the Transmission Temple, then raised his sturdy neck, lifting his head to gaze at the Golden Sun hanging high above the Sky Dome, akin to the one in the Dragon Realm.
The familiar sun dispelled some of the unease and helplessness Jeddon felt upon arriving in this realm, also comforting many dragons who came with him.
Including Jeddon, many dragons have left the Dragon Realm for other worlds before, but it was their first time arriving in the Dusk World.
The slowly fading element of this world is not particularly friendly to extraordinary species like dragons—in plain words, if the environment is unsuitable, the element is too thin, ordinary dragons cannot fly but crawl on the ground like reptiles.
"I know some of you dragons don't like using Transformation Technique, but here it's the most suitable Spell, lowering your consumption and allowing for enhanced combat prowess when needed,"
Earlier arrival at this place and begun adapting to the environment, the Holy Dragon's grandson Cezer looked at fellow dragons maintaining their original forms, sternly cautioned.
The Metallic Dragon Race loves using Transformation Magic, yet this seemingly engraved-in-blood fondness and preference were altered significantly after his grandfather Noah appeared, for Noah preferred showing his true form.
Under the Dragon King's lead, many metallic dragons, especially immature ones, began emulating—even amongst new-generation dragons, many, although studying Transformation Technique, seldom used it, preferring interactions in their original forms.
Every act of the Dragon King sets trends, his words can lead countless dragons to emulate; older dragons have their own opinions and are less influenced, yet younger dragons are rarely spared, following the Dragon King's example in every doable way.
After settling down the dragons who came to assist, Red Dragon Jeddon, who Cezer regarded as a trusted aide, was summoned individually,
"Jeddon, do you know our mission this time?"
"To eliminate all evil on the earth, burn away all corruption, revive everything, and save the world!"
Jeddon replied without hesitation.
"You're correct, but that's just the first task we need to execute; there's a more important matter that we need to accomplish."
"Your Highness, please say."
Having long prepared mentally, Jeddon spoke solemnly.
"Preach, evangelize!"
"Preach?"
Confusion appeared in Jeddon's eyes; even as a Red Dragon now, he knows Holy Dragon Noah, as Dragon King, requires no faith. Yet many living beings believe in the Holy Dragon.
"Do you know my uncle Iliad?"
"Dawn Light, Lord Iliad!"
How could Jeddon not know this esteemed being, the Holy Dragon's first son, revered above all except the Holy Dragon in the Golden Order,
"Of course, I know."
"My uncle plans to embark on the Path of Sealing God, beginning to gather faith; though Dragon Realm is most suitable, my grandfather's influence is overwhelming there, offering my uncle little chance—but in Dusk World, it's the best territory for evangelizing."
"Gather faith! Path of Sealing God?"
Upon learning that beyond saving the world, there's a task to complete, Jeddon's heart was struck; he sensed the long-silent Divine Soul stirring again, but this time it uttered no word, remaining quietly silent.
"It's an attempt; if successful, it won't be long before my father begins gathering faith as well..."
"Your Highness' father is also preparing for Divine Enthronement?"
Jeddon felt the resting Divine Soul in his Dragon Soul was unrestful, silent yet not as noisy as before.
"Indeed, but I've told only to you, my father doesn't plan to emulate my grandfather by directly ascending as the Dragon King, but intends to become a deity governing death and revival!"
"Ha! 'Doesn't plan to try?' Noah has closed the path he walked. As long as born in the same realm as him, no being can tread his path, not even his descendants."
Only now did Heliers, a mocking tone, let loose,
"His offspring must tread the Path of Sealing God for eternity and immortality, truly pathetic. His children have no choice."
"I also wish to be such a so-called pathetic Holy Dragon Descendant!"
Jeddon indeed does not find these Holy Dragon offspring pathetic, only yearning, deeply envying, wishing he could be born among them, become one instead.
Noah