The Gathering Clouds of All Sides, a Small Realm About to Open
Deep within the True Dragon Clan Encampment.
A tranquil sanctuary, secluded from the hustle and bustle— Sacred Siming Pavilion.
The Fate Warden is a highly respected and important official in the True Dragon Tribe, capable of discerning Heavenly Secrets and predicting good and bad fortune.
His residence was called Siming Pavilion.
However, if the word "saint" is added, the meaning becomes completely different.
Sacred Heir.
This is the supreme title of the True Dragon Tribe, bestowed only upon dragons whose bloodline is pure enough to return to their ancient origins.
The previous generation of the Fate Warden caused disaster to the clan due to their failure to properly guard the Sacred Relic.
Overwhelmed by self-reproach, he took his own life.
Therefore, a celestial Fate Warden who defied fate appeared.
He simultaneously possesses the power of "Fate Warden" and the prestige of "Sacred Heir".
Sacred Heir, Fate Warden – Long Yue.
Long Yue is a full-figured older sister.
She sat quietly before an ancient mirror, smooth as water.
The mirror surface rippled like water, and two blurry figures slowly emerged.
Long Yue's appearance was absolutely stunning, beyond the reach of any words or description.
Her upper body has an amazingly full figure, yet her posture is flawless.
Her long, slender legs were partially visible through the hem of her skirt, and her waist looked so delicate it seemed one could encircle it with a single hand.
A magnificent and elaborate long dress, woven with Dragon Scale Hidden Pattern and starlight, made her look like a goddess who had stepped out of an ancient myth.
Most striking are the pair of glassy dragon horns in his hair—they shimmer with starlight, exuding a dangerous charm amidst their nobility.
She gazed at her reflection in the mirror, her lips parted slightly, and her voice, ethereal and otherworldly, seemed to transcend endless time and space, as if she were making a sacred invocation:
"Come, Destined One..."
"Respond to the call of the Sacred Relic and return here."
"Having undergone the final baptism, the slumbering Ancestral Dragon Blood will reappear in the world because of you."
"All dragons will bow their heads and heed your commands; all the heavens will remember and sing your glorious name."
Long Yue's voice carried a fateful rhythm, but at the end, her tone suddenly turned extremely solemn and absolute:
"But remember... there is only one."
"Only one person..."
The words lingered in the air, echoing through the sanctuary before finally fading into silence.
The prophecy originally foretold that there would only be one chosen one.
But just a few years ago, the figure in the Fate Mirror suddenly transformed into two people.
This means that the destiny of the True Dragon Tribe has two bearers.
The rules are simple yet brutal.
The Ancestral Dragon Egg exists solely to recreate the Ancestral Dragon Bloodline.
Whoever finds the lost dragon egg first and enters it will have their bloodline restored to its ancestral form, possessing the Ancestral Dragon Blood.
If successful, the dragon egg will break.
There will never be another Ancestral Dragon in this world.
The sole Ancestral Dragon is the undisputed supreme ruler of the True Dragon Tribe, possessing the supreme authority to command all dragons.
Both Long Yue and the entire Dragon Clan will submit to him.
It was as if the Unseen had responded to her call that transcended time and space.
Let's rewind a few months.
Middle Thousand Provinces, Mountain Gate Azure Cloud Sect.
Before the morning mist had dissipated, the magnificent light of the interdimensional teleportation array had already illuminated the sky.
A Green Robe Youth, around twenty years old, stood at the front of the procession, turned around, and waved vigorously to the crowd seeing them off, his smile hearty:
"Everyone, I'm leaving!"
The elders of the sect nodded slightly, and their fellow disciples offered their blessings loudly.
In the crowd, a girl in a light blue dress, her eyes reddening, finally couldn't hold back and stepped forward, her voice choked with sobs. "Can't we stay?"
The boy looked back.
His gaze fell upon the tears welling in the girl's eyes, and his expression softened for a moment, but he still shook his head firmly.
"Something is calling to me," he said, pressing his hand to his chest, where a burning fire seemed to be burning within him. "It's growing stronger."
"Someone told me, from the Unseen, that this is my mission, the path I am meant to walk."
The girl bit her lip, all her unspoken words condensed into a tearful plea:
"Remember to hide your horns!"
An elderly man standing nearby added in a deep voice, "Don't be stingy with Spirit Stone; safety comes first!"
"Come back as soon as you've completed that mission, don't linger outside!"
"If you encounter a strong opponent, run! Life is the most important thing!"
"I will."
The young man nodded emphatically, took one last look at the familiar sect and the important people around him, then resolutely turned and stepped into the dazzling interdimensional portal that led to an unknown future.
The halo engulfed his figure, and the spatial fluctuations gradually subsided.
He didn't know the exact location of the destination, only that the call came from an incredibly distant direction.
But as long as you travel to enough places and follow that the Unseen pull, you will eventually find it.
"Next stop, the Profound Thunder Realm."
The boy murmured to himself, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, his eyes clear and resolute.
A warm, smooth Dragon Scale pendant slipped from his collar.
On the scales, two small characters are faintly engraved in ancient dragon script --
Long Yin.
Another person had set off with him early in the morning.
In a secluded, desolate valley in Middle Thousand Provinces.
A suspended, dark red tumor suddenly burst open.
The splattered blood did not land on the ground; instead, it flowed upwards, intertwining and congealing in mid-air, eventually transforming into a crimson portal exuding an ominous aura.
A flash of light, and several figures stepped out from within.
The young man at the head of the group had white hair and a handsome face that was almost otherworldly—it was Xuanye.
He wiped the bloodstains from his robes and curled his lip in slight disgust:
"This passage... it looks like it was squeezed out of Giant Beast's anus."
"But at least we made it through."
"Grown ups."
A powerful Alien Race behind him bowed and said, "We could have come ourselves to seize the dragon's blood; there was no need for your esteemed presence..."
"Put those thoughts away."
Xuanye interrupted him, his expression unusually serious, "A monster has emerged from the Three Thousand Provinces; he's no ordinary person."
"A monster named Qin Wangchuan."
"He's wearing a Dragon Armor; I don't believe he won't get involved in this."
"You need to be extremely attentive when you hear the name."
"Otherwise, it will be too late when we actually see the person."
Xuanye gave Qin Wangchuan extremely high praise.
He himself was called a monster, yet now he was calling Qin Wangchuan a monster.
Although the other Alien Race members nearby did not show any reaction upon hearing this, they were not overly wary.
According to intelligence reports, Qin Wangchuan's cultivation level is at most the Thirteenth Realm Supreme Being.
Despite her extraordinary talent, her shortcomings are also quite obvious.
Too immature.
Even if he is Qin Clan, without a protector by his side, he is nothing more than a fledgling bird.
If you happen to run into them, just run them over.
As for the consequences...
A one-for-one, ten-for-one, or even a hundred-for-one trade is always profitable.
If you die, you die; a hundred years later, you can return from the Chaos Sea.
This is why they have no fear even when facing the Imperial Clan.
Your Sacred Medicine will eventually run out, but ours, the Alien Race, is inexhaustible!
Let's go back to the present.
Just as various forces were stirring with undercurrents due to rumors of the True Dragon's birth, quietly converging on the Glazed Realm.
After inspecting the Wen Dao Palace and confirming that they hadn't taken off yet, Qin Wangchuan finally set off.
Heading towards the eye of the storm.
The Glazed Realm, in the eastern part of the state, above the Cloud Sea.
A dark chariot rolled through the flowing clouds, heading towards the Central Province of this realm.
Inside the carriage, Qin Wangchuan leaned against a soft brocade cushion, with Ye Jianwei nestled obediently in his arms.
She closed her eyes, feigning sleep, her breathing even. The Silver Bell around her neck jingled softly with the imperceptible rise and fall of the carriage.
"Young Master...?"
A soft cry, tinged with the confusion of someone just waking up, rang out. Ye Jianwei's eyelashes fluttered slightly as she slowly opened her eyes.
"Sleep a little longer, it's not time yet."
Qin Wangchuan's hand was still gently resting on her neck, his fingertips unconsciously caressing the softly ringing bell.
His gaze was fixed on the system panel in front of him.
The Dog System is giving out some strange tasks again.
What does it mean to be "to become stronger by finding a furnace to transform oneself because one is too weak and being hunted down"?
Are these two things related?
"Hmm~"
Ye Jianwei let out a muffled moan, it was hard to tell whether it was a response or a coquettish murmur.
She didn't actually fall asleep again; instead, she buried her face more intimately in his chest.
After becoming intimate, the girl became increasingly delicate and clingy.
Outside, she is Zither Music who transforms music into swords, Zither Dao prodigy who can decide life and death with a single tune, defeating all the geniuses of the Prodigy.
But once she was alone with Qin Wangchuan, she would willingly wear the Silver Bell, loosen her hair, and transform into a little puppy who would play the flute only for him, even becoming somewhat spoiled.
At this moment, it is the latter.