"So, Mr. Neuvillette, are you willing to embark on the Path of The Permanence and become a true member of The Permanence Dragon Clan?"
"Also, I should mention that Dvalin of Mondstadt and Durin of Dragonspine have already embarked on the Path of The Permanence under our influence."
Yinyueyue looked at Neuvillette as she spoke, waiting for his decision.
"Do you mean Dvalin, the Anemo dragon of Mondstadt, and Dragon Durin?"
"As far as I know, isn't that dragon already dead?"
Neuvillette instinctively questioned the information Yinyueyue had described.
"Yes, the original Durin died, but reviving him isn't beyond us. To tell you the truth, even Celestia's Ruler of Death can't do anything to us."
Yinyueyue smiled at Neuvillette as she explained, and his expression changed.
"This truly is..."
"Very well. As long as it can save this nation and keep its people from being dissolved by the Primordial Sea, let's do it."
"What do I need to do?"
Neuvillette took a deep breath, forcibly steadied himself, and looked at Yinyueyue as he asked.
He could only hope these Descenders would prove reliable and not disappoint him.
"Swallow this drop of blood, then wait for your transformation to begin."
Yinyueyue took out the Cloud-Piercer Spear, pricked her finger, and squeezed out a drop of golden-blue dragon blood.
The moment that drop of dragon blood appeared, it gave off a faint yet incredibly enticing fragrance. That was the power that genes craved for transformation!
Smelling that incredibly enticing, unusual fragrance, Skirk was tempted too. After all, she very much hoped to grow stronger so she could beat Surtalogi in a fight.
But she glanced at the catgirl clinging to her arm, and Theresa noticed Skirk's gaze and twitched her cat ears.
"What, are you tempted too? I can make you stronger