Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire

It's not that there aren't any insiders; the Angel Mother and a few of the Highnesses know what happened, but the problem is, given her status, even if she ascends to Legend, she doesn't have the qualification to question the other party, let alone any need for them to recount the entire process to her.

"So be it!"

Although this group of fairies knows nothing, Noah hasn't seen any significant loss so far, aside from his residence suffering what could be described as catastrophic destruction. At least, distant Elisium remains prosperous and orderly, unaffected by the dilapidated ruins in the mountains.

This alone indicates that although there was an accident, the problem is not severe, the impact is limited, and judging by the current state, the issues seem to be technically solved.

"Daddy!"

Translucent Dragon Wings, seemingly carved from the purest crystal, glided across the sky, dazzling beautiful specks of ice crystal dust falling from above as the graceful and agile Ice Dragon pounced on the Golden Dragon.

Although the Ice Dragon appeared smaller than a single Dragon Horn of the Golden Dragon, the one that had awakened, measuring over one hundred fifty meters now, was indeed shaken by her. The undulating dragon body stirred, causing the mountains to tremble and the earth to moan.

This is the power that Noah, as an Ancestor Dragon, possesses now. Even a casual move can inadvertently unleash terrifying natural disasters.

Noah resided in the Dragon Palace in the past because the massive Alchemy Matrix in the Dragon Palace could absorb the unintentional power released during his actions, but now, these matrices are mostly destroyed.

Currently, the ground beneath and the sky above bear the brunt of Noah's presence. For a matured Ancestor Dragon, this is indeed somewhat fragile.

"Ah, my dear daughter!"

Noah carefully lifted the Ice Dragon from beside his Dragon Wing, holding her in his Dragon Claw, gazing with tenderness at his flawless daughter, who possessed ancestral potential,

"Do you know how long your father slept this time?"

"Daddy, you slept for twenty-seven years!"

"Twenty-seven years~"

Upon knowing the duration of his Deep Sleep Period, Noah couldn't help but fall into silence.

Although he had some records before sleeping, he had estimated around twenty years, but unexpectedly, it exceeded his expectations, reaching an absurd length, a period sufficient for young juveniles to leave the Dragon Nest and survive independently.

If it were a short-lived species, they could marry and have children, and quicker ones might have become grandparents, living with three generations in the same household.

For an Ancestor Dragon, such a time indeed is insignificant; a lazy nap could pass by.

But the problem is, he is currently the Holy Dragon ruling billions of short-lived species. His long absence, without supervision and adjustment, especially with the fairies sleeping alongside him, one can only imagine what changes might occur in his domain.

Without his guidance, leadership, and correction, can the order in the Holy Dragon Land continue and endure?

Noah never dreams such optimistic dreams. When using Word Spirit·Emperor to inspect the realm, he witnessed too much hidden darkness.

Officials aren't corrupt, nobles aren't tyrannical.

Just imagining this is impossible, it goes against biological nature, only through law and strong authority can one suppress the darkness and wickedness hidden deep within.

The Holy Dragon Land lost his supervision and rule for almost thirty years, what is the current state now? Noah doesn't hold high expectations.

Though it appears prosperous on the surface, it's expected, as his son couldn't possibly ruin the prosperity he built in such a short time, what kind of failure would that be!

"Father!"

Elisiad, looking both more matured and resolute, arrived.

This nearly two-hundred-year-old eldest son finally possesses some of the majesty and splendor a monarch should have.

But facing his father, a newly awakened Ancestor Dragon, the temperament forged from long-held position was instantly suppressed to the extreme, almost impossible to manifest.

"Though I want to say, you have worked hard during this period, beforehand, I want to know what happened, especially why my palace turned out like this."

Noah's gaze moved from his eldest son to the surrounding ruins.

Though he appeared unconcerned, looking breezy and calm, saying he doesn't mind is false; this vast palace was built with real gold and silver, not gifted by anyone else, it's all his wealth.

Now that his assets suffered devastating damage, he still maintains a calm demeanor to inquire about the reason, showing his remarkable temper.

"During your sleep, a powerful group, composed entirely of near Saints and Divine Descendants, attacked your palace.

This is the remnant from the battle; I wasn't present at the time, so for specifics, you might need to ask Mother."

Elisiad felt utterly ashamed for when he learned his father was attacked, everything was over, and the last scene he saw was his father, still in deep sleep, open his mouth and swallow a sun.

It was a highly shocking scene, and even now, having further unlocked his bloodline and potential as Angel and Dragon's Son, he remains unsettled, looking at his father with reverence.

According to his after-the-fact understanding, his father swallowed not just a mere Divine Descendant, but a god who had completed a Divine Descent, wielding a Divine Artifact, carrying immense Sun God Power, and possessing divinity.

Using direct bloodline heirs as descent vessels is the strongest form for a god outside of bodily descent in Saint posture in the Material Realm.

Indeed, this is the strongest form unless there's no choice or being compelled; otherwise, no god would appear in the Material Realm in Saint posture.

Such a form is inherently fragile; many mortal god-slaying legends occur due to gods being in this form.

Despite other gods' maneuvers, this is enough to explain the issue.

With bloodline descent avatar, equipped with a prepared Divine Artifact, accessing near-unlimited divine power, transforming into a sun, and unleashing apocalyptic force like meteorites falling at every move.

Facing such a god giving all their means, even Ascenders prepared for Sealing God Ceremony would hesitate and retreat, even flee, yet his father swallowed it alive.

This brutal enemy manner shocked Elisiad, for even the most frantic combatant among opposing Colorful Dragon Clan, the Red Dragon, doesn't swallow an evenly matched enemy.

Yet his father did such a thing. What overwhelmed the Saint Dragon's eldest son was his father swallowed more than one.

According to his mother's description, more than half of the assassination team against his father ended up inside him.

This mannerism greatly contrasted with the majestic and noble image of his father in Elisiad's memory, making it unbelievable and unacceptable.

Luckily, Mother explained it wasn't his father's conscious control; it was just his body's instinctive action, sounding somewhat comforting, maintaining his father's dignity, but in some sense, even more terrifying.