As for why the Dragon Race had announced the Dragon Gate in advance, only to truly unveil it at the banquet...
The reason was simple.
Chuka licked a Spirit Crystal. "Little Donnie, you're still too young. This banquet is for paying the dragon-buying money."
"The Dragon Gate sounds impressive, but at its core, it's still about luring dragons away from the Myriad Worlds—snatching dragons from the hands of every faction."
"If you don't feed all those factions well, do you think you can just open the Dragon Gate whenever you want?"
"But you know, calling it dragon-buying money sounds so tacky. Calling it a banquet makes it sound classy right away, doesn't it?"
Donnie looked awkward. "Miss Chuka, could you not call me Little Donnie? It makes me sound like a woman."
Chuka said, "Okay, Little Donnie. No problem, Little Donnie!"
Donnie did not dare ask what had happened when Chuka was taken away by the Fire Dragon that day.
He only knew that Chuka had looked miserable for months afterward.
Now, calling him that was simply her revenge.
To be honest, Donnie had imagined how he would arrive among the Dragon Race, and how he would have to sneak around to awaken his own bloodline.
The one thing he had never imagined was being invited in with the honors of an eight-man sedan chair.
Here, ten thousand dragons cleared the way, yet they were merely guides.
Here, the stars accompanied them, yet they could only serve as decoration.
Here, countless powerhouses gathered, forcing even the River of Time to slow.
Those powerhouses released no aura. They needed no adornments and no words.
Yet they still overshadowed the dragons and stars filling the heavens.
Chen Yi paid no attention to the grandeur. Instead, he looked at the Fire Dragon with