Ye Zichen didn’t know Gu Xuande’s location, which was why he could only communicate with him by speaking into the sky.
Although he spoke quietly, the Gu Family experts naturally heard every word. When they heard him mention a “holy dragon’s soul”, they were stunned.
A holy dragon’s soul? They’d never heard of such a thing!
The group gathered by the gates were, without exception, juniors and servants. The true ancients of the Gu Family were too old to scamper over just to watch a spectacle.
This group had been born within the past ten thousand years. It was natural that they’d never heard of holy dragons.
However, Lan Tu furrowed his brow. Holy dragons were clearly a type of dragon, and he had the sense that he’d heard of them somewhere, but he couldn’t quite….
“A holy dragon!” Suddenly, his eyes widened.
He’d always revered Gu Xuande, and becoming his guard was the greatest honor of his life.
In order to keep up with Gu Xuande’s pace, Lan Tu would peruse the family archives and secret tomes in every spare moment.
One such tome was an unofficial history of the ancient era, and it mentioned holy dragons. However, the dragons had lost much of their vitality following the war, and no holy dragons had been born since. Even gold dragons had become few and far between.
As such, gold dragons had become symbols, the dragons highest level of power. Holy dragons had gradually been forgotten.
But now, Ye Zichen had just said that the soul within the sign belonged to a holy dragon. And that wasn’t all; Ye Zichen announced his intentions to claim it as his own. The soul of a holy dragon was precious; how could he just take it?
“Family Head.” Lan Tu couldn’t help but send a divine sense transmission.
Before long, Gu Xuande’s reply resounded in his sea of consciousness. “Let him. If he really has the skills to take the holy dragon soul, so what if we give it to him?”
Back within his tower, Gu Xuande snorted. It was okay for youths to be arrogant, but they had to know when to back down. Ye Zichen could tell that the soul belonged to a holy dragon. His breadth of knowledge came as a surprise to Gu Xuande.
But now he wanted to take it away? That was the funniest thing he’d ever heard!
Gu Xuande watched the screen in silence. He really did want to see just how Ye Zichen planned to tackle this.
“Heh….” Ye Zichen stood in the air and licked his lips, his eyes flashing with greed. This was the soul of a holy dragon! They’d gone extinct countless years ago, back in the primordial era.
Holy Dragons subsisted on the five elements. According to legend, full grown, they could completely disregard all elemental attacks.
As for how he planned to collect it…
To tell the truth, Ye Zichen was currently feeling quite grateful to the old Dragon God.
If he hadn’t given Ye Zichen the secret tome of the dragon race all those years ago, he would never have recognized this treasure, the holy dragon’s soul, for what it was. Back then, he’d contemplated the dragons’ secret tome and condensed the projection of a grey dragon. All he needed was a soul to grant it sentience.
Dragons treasured the souls of their fallen. If he went and asked for one, there was no way he’d succeed.
But now a holy dragon’s soul was right in front of him, free for him to take. If he refused it, he wouldn’t be able to face himself.
So long as he devoured it, then nourished it with the five elements, it might very well recover some thread of its sentience.
Then, when the time came to fight the Gods of the Outside, between the Devil Dharma Body and the Holy Dragon’s Projection…
The Outsider Gods would be in for a real headache, now wouldn’t they?
Ye Zichen mentally revved himself up, his right hand gripping the hems of his clothes.
“Grey Dragon, maniest!” Suddenly, Ye Zichen’s gaze sharpened. With a low, explosive shout, and his entire body burst with golden light. The space behind him distorted, until a dignified grey dragon floated into view behind him.
It had been a long time since he’d last used the dragons’ secret scriptures, and he felt a bit out of practice.
A good deal of time passed, about as long as it took to brew tea, before the grey dragon suddenly fully materialized behind him.
Although it was just an illusion, it seemed completely real. From its markings and scales to its whiskers, all of them seemed as real as if they’d been carved by the finest of craftsmen.
The dragon’s eyes flashed as it surveyed its surroundings, its draconic eyes looking down on all of creation.
“Roar——!”
The projection behind Ye Zichen let out the sonorant cry of a dragon, the sound stirring up bitingly cold, turbulent gusts. When the dragon roared, the space rippled, and the sound was so deafening, even the experts of the Gu Family couldn’t help but call upon their divine power to protect their eyes. Despite themselves, they felt fear rising up in their hearts, and they dared not meet the grey dragon’s gaze.
“This draconic authority…” Lan Tu stood by the city gates, stunned. He’d seen his fair share of dragons, and crossed blades with numerous dragon experts.
However, this dragon’s air of authority far exceeded that of any dragon he’d met. Even the current head of the Dragon Clan couldn’t match even half of the grey dragon’s majesty.
The holy dragon soul within the sign had made no sound since the grey dragon appeared. Its endless roars had ceased, and it now curled in on itself, seeking refuge within the shine and whimpering.
“The dragon soul is afraid!” The Gu clansmen exclaimed, but Ye Zichen only smiled calmly in response.
It was only right to be afraid!
The dragons’ secret tome was from the primordial era. Even the current dragon clan of the Yao Realm had no record of it.
If not for the ancient Dragon God, the tome and its contents would have disappeared long ago.
Although the current dragons were powerful too, they were a far cry from the dragon’s golden age, before the great war. Ye Zichen, meanwhile, had obtained the Dragon God’s direct inheritance.
Although the projection behind him was only an illusion of a grey dragon, even the Dragon God had gasped over it all those years ago.
This grey dragon was clearly not ordinary.
Furthermore, the true warrior dragons of ancient times were grey dragons!
When it appeared, the holy dragon instantly lost its former domineeringness. It cried out softly, but dared not meet the grey dragon’s daze. Ye Zichen merely grinned in response and strode up to the sign.
As it sensed the grey dragon drawing ever closer, the holy dragon actually burrowed deeper into the sign, refusing to come back out again.
“You want to hide, but can you?” As the Gu Family watched, Ye Zichen raised his fist into the air, and the grey dragon behind him raised its right wing. As Ye Zichen swung his fist, it too swung its wing. Both slammed viciously into the sign.
Boom——!
His right fist slammed into the sign.
Beneath the grey dragon’s intimidation, the holy dragon dared not resist.
Without the dragon soul’s support, when the grey wings slammed into the sign, a crack formed along the gold-embossed characters. The crack then spread continuously until, finally, the sign split in half and fell down to earth.
The Gu clansmen watched, dazed. This was the sign to Gu City! This outsider had trampled all over the Gu Family’s dignity!
Countless clansmen’s eyes were red. They wanted to rush up and kill him for daring to break their sign. Lan Tu instantly formed a seal around the area, trapping his fellows within the gates.
“Sir Lan Tu!”
“Without the family head’s orders, no one is to touch him!” Even as he said this, Lan Tu’s eyes were completely bloodshot.
He found the broken sign harder to bear than anyone, but as Gu Xuande’s bodyguard, his master’s orders came first.
“This Lan Tu is no imperial lord.” Ye Zichen narrowed his eyes and surveyed the situation below. He could sense the barrier below, and creating such a barrier so quickly was absolutely beyond the reach of an imperial lord.
In other words, Lan Tu was an Imperial Sovereign! An imperial sovereign as a guard? This Gu Family… really was terrifyingly powerful!
