Spirit Ritualist

The silver, dazzling starry sky often amazed first-time viewers with its pure brilliance. But when you saw the same sight every day, there would come a day when it felt too dazzling.

Beneath that sky stretched a brilliant golden forest, the kind that could only be seen in the height of autumn.

"That's why I want to see the stars beyond this world. Their colors are impossible to describe. If I can't become king by bathing in blood as I fight the Dragon Sons, then I'll leave the clan and venture across the universe."

Before Yamu stood a Silver Crown Dragon covered in rust-colored scars, gazing at the stars. His eyes held nothing but the will to fight—and weariness.

"You've made a name for yourself on the Dragon Pointing Platform."

Yamu reminded his close friend of his extraordinary status. The Dragon Pointing Platform was both a game in which the Immortals looked down from on high upon their promising successors, and a genuine recognition of these World Lord Silver Crown Dragons—a declaration that they had the potential to earn a Wangming.

A Wangming meant a chance at becoming an Immortal. However slight that chance might be, it still set its bearer apart from the countless World Lord beings.

"So what?"

The rust-scarred Silver Crown Dragon looked back and stared unblinkingly at Yamu. "I want you to venture across the universe with me. This starry sky is limited, after all!"

The rust-scarred Silver Crown Dragon's voice held a peculiar magic. Even beings of the same level would immediately feel tense if their souls weren't strong enough or their wills weren't firm. The weaker ones might even tremble with fear.

This was a racial talent of the Silver Crown Dragons. Besides excelling at close combat and Body Movement Technique, their voices naturally