Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 924 509: Noah_2

"Heh, now he can stand firm in Heaven, but what can he accomplish?"
"Why can't he accomplish anything?"
"Can he still ascend? Even if he can, how far can he go? Ultimately, he can only become a mediocre Divine in Heaven."
When Noah heard the question posed, Solophis and Odin exchanged glances, and then Odin showed a look of understanding,
"This is probably the common flaw of young achievers who can't bear to wait through long years to achieve results, wanting the best outcome in the shortest time.
But Noah, sometimes fast doesn't necessarily mean good, and slow doesn't necessarily mean wrong. The path your offspring has chosen seems fine to us."
"Noah, you need to know one thing: the eternity of Divines is just relative to mortals; Divines can also fall and perish.
Look at the Night Goddess - her contemporaries among the Divines have vanished, as have most of mine. Why worry that your child has no room for ascent? With patience, eventually, there will be Divines who will vacate a position for him."
"How long will that take?"
"Which is why, Noah, you're too impatient. You want results in a short time, but the growth of Divines is counted in thousands, even tens of thousands, of years."
"Maybe I'm too impatient!"
Noah did not deny this. Compared to these beings who have achieved eternal immortality, he is indeed too young, being less than eight hundred years old.
For ordinary Dragon Clan members, he's just like a Dragon Clan member entering the Extremely Old Stage. If measured by the age of an Ancestor Dragon, he's still in his Mature Stage.
Of course, the Twelve Age Stages no longer hold significance for Noah now. At his current rank, he's perpetually at the Peak, continuing to grow.
"Father! Grandfather, Great God Odin!"
Raising the Divine Throne high, proving his immortality, Iliad stepped forward, first bowing down to Noah, then looking to his grandfather and Divine King Odin, thanking each in turn,
"Thank you for your guardianship!"
Even with two elders offering insights, Noah remained silent in response to his offspring's greeting. However, Odin, full of smiles, looked quite pleased,
"How do you feel?"
"I feel a power I've never had before."
Iliad raised his palm, where a strand of divinity condensed, transforming into a Divine Sword. This was the divine power he transformed into after entering the Divine Position Domain and mastering its rules.
After ascending to become a Divine, the form and appearance of this son of an Angel and a Golden Dragon did not change much. If anything, the dragon wings behind him transformed from six wings to twelve wings, similar to his grandfather.
But unlike his grandfather, the Blazing Sky God spread twelve light wings behind him, which can extend infinitely backward, while the wings behind him were similar to Noah's, yet slightly different.
They weren't ordinary dragon wings with a skeletal structure and membranes but were special composite constructs with dragon scales at the skeletal structure, evolving into feathered dragon scales as they extend downward, ultimately turning into feathers.
"Not bad, another Divine full of potential has joined the Order Camp, and the gods of Heaven will celebrate your birth with cheers."
Both Odin and Solophis congratulated and admired Iliad's ascent, while Noah quietly hid in the Sun, observing his offspring.
"Father, have I disappointed you?"
Finally, Iliad could no longer bear the silence of his father and spoke up.
"No, I'm thinking about which piece of armor would be most suitable for you!"
As he spoke, Noah's Dragon Claw reached out from the Sun, holding a dual-wielding Greatsword engulfed in brilliant flames, with divine sigils representing Order, Judgment, and Sanction glowing on its spine.
"This weapon, I named it Order's Judgment. From now on, it is yours. If you don't like the name, you can call it Holy Judgment."
"Father!"
When he saw the Root Armor his father presented to him, Iliad was deeply moved. This is a Dragon King, now offering such a weapon to him, completely against and trampling on nature.
"Just one weapon isn't enough. You're too weak; you also need a piece of sufficiently sturdy armor."
Thus, Noah presented his offspring with a piece of armor named Myriad Blades Dragon Armor, two successive pieces of Root Armor, making the uneasy Iliad feel immense guilt and self-blame,
"Sorry, Father, I couldn't meet your expectations."
"Don't show such a cowardly posture anymore; you've already grown up. The path you should take, you've already decided. I shouldn't dictate to you; that's my mistake."
Noah candidly acknowledged his shortcomings. As a father, he indeed had a controlling nature, and when his offspring chose to go against his arrangement, he would get angry.
"You've made no mistake; it's me who has let you down."
Seeing such a demeanor in his father made Iliad even more uncomfortable. He could face all the Divines of Heaven with honor, but he felt he owed something to the father who placed so much hope in him.
Witnessing this genuine father-son interaction, with the father reflecting and the son lowering his head in remorse, Odin couldn't help but display an exasperated expression.
Because those two pieces of Root Armor sent by Noah, if he wasn't mistaken, originated from his Space-Time Realm.
Oh, wait, it can't be called his Space-Time Realm. In terms of ruling and interfering, this dragon in front of him had a deeper grasp than he did.
"I hope one day to see you stand at the pinnacle of Heaven, leading the gods."
On reflection, his eldest son's choice to live in harmony with the gods of Heaven wasn't an imprudent development path. However, to ascend, as his father-in-law put it, all he could do was wait out the old gods, hoping they would vacate their positions eventually, naturally allowing him to rise.
But the question remains: what would cause the immortal and imperishable Divines to fall? It's too rare, and Noah himself wasn't sure if he could wait until that time. Even if he could, would he still need it by then?
"I will try my best."
Hearing his father's expectations, Iliad could only promise.
"Forget it. You're already a Divine; live the way you want to!"
Seeing his eldest son with a slightly strained expression, Noah gave up the pressure.
However, less than three years after Iliad's divine enthronement, the hymns of the Lord of Death and God of Machinery resonated in the Void and echoed through the worlds.
"Why is it him again?"
"Is it the offspring of that Dragon?"
"Dragon God?!"
"Disperse, disperse; there's nothing worth watching."
The Divine Enthronement Ascension ceremony of Terramus was guarded in the Void solely by Noah, yet, even so, no Divine dared to intrude, for this time it was a Dragon God appearing.
The pursuits of Divine Dragon Clan members are well understood; targeting and resisting them is simply a waste of time. Let these guys mess around, and when the time is ripe, they'll abandon everything on their own.
"Weak Divine Power!"
With the same resource investment but different mindset, naturally, the outcome varies.
Watching his offspring spread the Dragon Wings and moving with the tide of death energy enveloping the Void, wearing the Magic Armor he personally forged, flying out from the raised Divine Country in the Void, Noah couldn't help but laugh with satisfaction,
"Terramus, my child, you have indeed not let me down!"
In joy, the Dragon King rewarded his offspring with three Root Armors consecutively.