Cangxing Gelide

Some time earlier.

When part of Ian's consciousness returned to Silverpeak Domain to inspect the findings related to battle aura and refine the Arcane Path,

the Glazed Dragon followed close behind the Farshore Island fleet, advancing soundlessly through the deep sea.

In the profound, shadowy depths, only an indistinct flickering azure light could be seen. Having suppressed every manifestation of his external power, Ian kept his distance from the fleet, drifting along the edge of danger while maintaining surveillance over the fleet's information.

It all stemmed from that thunderstorm.

Using the celestial disturbances when the Terra Dragon's phantom dissipated, the Glazed Dragon merged some of his scales into the lightning storm. He concealed his true purpose with an attack, embedding fragments of himself into the hulls of the fleet's ships—especially the flagship.

From then on, he could use the unique properties of his Star God's Soul to cross distance and every barrier, listening in on the conversations of those aboard.

It had to be said, this brought Ian an enormous harvest.

After all, this fleet consisted almost entirely of Farshore Island's elite. There were even three of Farshore Island's unique Silent-Dream Warlocks. Their usual conversations and psionic exchanges were all monitored by Ian, granting him a great deal of extremely valuable intelligence.

That was terrifying. Both that dragon and the Empire's Fourth Energy Level experts... If this operation hadn't issued three years' worth of Phantom Dream Potion, with my family's shares fully supplied too, I never would've dared join.

Exactly. And the Empire's Sun God Birds are seriously disgusting. You never know when they'll send reinforcements... But why were there no reinforcements this time?

Who knows? They probably had too many battlefronts. Blazing Flame Lands, Frontier Reach, Ridgehold, Azure Heaven Royal Court—every side needed attention.

Fuck, so we were the