Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire

"I don't know, but it doesn't matter. You've said it yourself, in the Material Realm, I'm an invincible existence. Even if the Divine descends, they can't kill me."

Grom said with an indifferent expression.

"What if the destination of the teleportation isn't in the Material Realm, but in a higher plane, or in the domain of the Divine?"

"Even if it's the Divine..."

"Faced with the Divine, you will die. You won't have any power to resist, even if you are the strongest demigod in our world, it's the same. The majesty of the Divine cannot be challenged; only the Divine can contend with the Divine."

The Old Priest mercilessly interrupted the Beastman King's boasting.

"So, I can only accept the employment of that Dragon?"

Grom asked in confusion.

"It's not employment; he won't pay you any reward."

The Old Priest explained.

"Then what does that make me? Am I his thug? And I'm delivering myself willingly?"

Grom chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"He might not even agree, because we are Beastmen."

"Do I have to be so humble?"

"If you are willing to forever be just a Beastman King, only adored and worshipped by the Beastmen of the Helan Continent, you don't have to bow to anyone."

"I want to be alone for a while."

"Actually, just being the King of the Helan Continent isn't much, it's just that you'll witness everything we've built gradually decay and eventually collapse."

The Old Priest whispered softly and then turned to walk out of the tent.

"Why are you so sure?"

Grom asked in disbelief.

"History keeps repeating itself, we're not the first rulers of the continent, before us, there were many races and powers, and after us, there will still be others, and in the end, our outcomes won't be any different."

"So, you want to collaborate with that Dragon to make our outcome different?"

"I don't know, but I want to try a different choice, only then can we create a different outcome. Besides, he is the Dragon that even the Earth Spirit wants to draw close to."

"He's not a Dragon of our world."

Grom suddenly became alert.

"Yes."

Saka showed a look of sentiment, this was the most incredible thing to him, that an outsider Dragon could so harmoniously receive the favor of the native will.

"I didn't notice this when fighting him."

"Even that Dragon hasn't noticed it."

The Old Priest chuckled softly.

"How did he do it?"

"I'm not sure, maybe next time you meet, you can ask him yourself."

"I will."

...

"Finally back, feels somewhat relieved?"

Noah, returning to the Xilantia Continent, looked up at the sky outside the palace, and then showed a thoughtful expression,

"It seems that there is indeed a disparity in energy levels between different planes. But a world ruled by Beastmen is indeed lacking."

"Noah, where's my grandson?"

Having just come back, Noah hadn't even warmed the throne before seeing two imposing figures storm into the palace in a demanding manner.

"You two are so injured, why not rest and recuperate? What's this about a grandson?"

Noah looked at the Golden Dragon couple before him and couldn't help but feel amazed.

When the Dragon Clan suffers severe wounds, once they escape danger, they would typically enter a state similar to the Deep Sleep Period to accelerate their healing.

Reasonably speaking, after Angelis and Orsya arrived at his territory, they should immediately enter a sleep state to heal their wounds; their injuries were no less severe.

"Sleep? What sleep, where's my grandson, where have you hidden him?"

Angelis now had no trace of elegance, appearing entirely like a grumpy old man.

"You initially described to us two grandsons, and now I haven't seen even one."

Orsya also showed no good face to Noah.

"Uh, your eldest grandson is not in the territory; he's on the Alviss Continent."

Thinking about how he placed his two sons, Noah felt a headache; he hadn't expected to bring over his parents so soon, and the sudden situation left him unprepared, underestimated the mature Dragons' strong desire to see their grandsons.

"What's he doing on the Alviss Continent?"

"He is now a king, and he should be governing his own realm."

Noah carefully chose his words to respond.

"My grandson is already a king? How old is he now? He's exceptional! A genius indeed!"

Angelis exclaimed in amazement.

"What genius?"

Orsya gave her partner a look of disapproval, not so easily fooled, and at this moment, the usually graceful and gentle mother also dispensed with courtesy, gazing critically at her offspring, who was more than ten times her size.

"I've asked around, your eldest, Iliad, is not yet fifty, even if just an ordinary Dragon, he shouldn't be wandering outside at this age, why is he already a king?"

"That's because he's a genius; how can you measure him by ordinary Dragons' standards? Iliad is a Mixed Blood; he doesn't have the Dragon Clan's Deep Sleep Period, so his strength and wisdom far exceed ordinary Dragons, which is why I appointed him as king."

Noah followed his father's lead, boasting extensively about his eldest's talent, trying to bluff his way through.

"So, at less than fifty, he's already advanced to legendary status?"

"That's impossible!"

Angelis reflexively replied.

"I didn't ask you, let Noah answer."

Orsya kicked her partner.

"Well, he's indeed not yet a Legend."

"Then for what reason could he become a king?"

"Because I'm his father."

"So you disregarded the fact that he's just a child and forcibly gave a country into his hands for him to govern?"

"It was a responsibility he took on himself, not something I forced upon him."

"Then why did he take on such a responsibility? Isn't that your education?"

"Isn't this a good thing? What's wrong with that?"

Angelis, seeing his partner constantly questioning Noah, felt somewhat puzzled.

"If our grandson truly is a genius, at this age, he should be receiving a good education, absorbing more knowledge, rather than bearing burdens inappropriate for his age."

Orsya provided her reasoning.

"Governing a realm doesn't interfere with his studies, in fact, he has many excellent teachers around him; these people assist him while also teaching him much knowledge that can't be found in books."

"You're just making excuses, Noah, you're being too harsh on your child, and first, you describe your eldest; so, where is the second child? Where have you placed him?"

The Dragon Mother doesn't agree with Noah, she even notices that the younger grandson might be facing an even worse situation.

"I can't reveal the specific place, I can only tell you, it's a super secret realm completely controlled by Augustus, my youngest son Terramus is undergoing training and baptism there."

Every word Noah said was true, and it all sounded fine.

At least his father was completely relaxed, as for his mother, the Female Dragon's intuition allowed her to sense something amiss at once, especially with Noah being so evasive.

However, fortunately, just when Noah felt he had a headache, considering using some special means, a tall, slender figure appeared in his palace, and seeing her arrival, Noah felt as if seeing a savior,

"Orsya, it's been so long, and you don't come to me first; have you stopped loving me?"

The arriving Legendary Mage didn't wait for the Dragon Mother to say anything, suddenly embraced her tightly, and then snuggled closely with a blissful smile, taking a deep breath with a look of delight,

"After so many years, the scent on you is still the best!"