The Difference Between Destiny and Him
Following Long Yue, and passing through layers of guards and restrictions, Qin Wangchuan truly stepped into the core territory of the True Dragon Clan.
The scene before us was truly spectacular.
This is not the kind of extreme luxury that the Qin Clan displays, gathering the splendor of the heavens and demonstrating supreme power.
Rather, it is a unique beauty belonging solely to the Dragon Clan, full of power and ancient rhythm.
The continuous palace complex is nestled along the mountainside, standing side by side, stretching as far as the eye can see.
All the buildings are exceptionally grand, with bold and dynamic lines.
When Qin Wangchuan appeared, leading Dragon Scale, the commotion in the camp seemed to instantly subside.
Countless gazes, filled with curiosity, inquiry, awe, and even a hint of barely perceptible hostility, converged on them.
The Dragon Clan spontaneously stepped aside, making way for a wide and straight road.
Our destination was the most magnificent Ancient Great Hall in the distance.
Being watched by thousands of eyes was nothing new to Qin Wangchuan; he walked calmly and remained unperturbed.
However, Dragon Scale, who was beside him, opened her clear golden dragon eyes wide and looked around curiously.
This was the first time she had seen so many of her kind since she had awakened.
The familiar scent in the air made her feel a little close.
Although some of the Dragon Clan's high-ranking members had learned from Long Yue's message that the little girl being led was the true Destined One.
However, most of the Dragon Clan's attention was still uncontrollably drawn to Qin Wangchuan.
"He... is Human Race?"
"Probably, but the aura is off."
"Did you feel it too? There's an indescribable, ancient sense of oppression."
Some of the True Dragon couldn't help but whisper among themselves.
As the pinnacle of the Wanlong, they were born with arrogance and an imposing presence.
However, as the black-robed youth walked among them, his aura was not suppressed at all; on the contrary, he exuded a subtle air of superiority over all the dragons.
It wasn't an arrogance that was deliberately flaunted, but rather a deep-seated, taken-for-granted sense of dignity and control.
It was as if they weren't scrutinizing Qin Wangchuan, but rather Qin Wangchuan calmly scrutinizing them.
Long Yue was walking slightly ahead, naturally noticed this as well.
She suddenly stopped and turned around. Only when Qin Wangchuan approached did she feign a lowering of her head, her gaze falling on Dragon Scale, and softly ask:
Are you scared?
Dragon Scale only raised her eyelids to glance at her, then lowered her eyes, pressed her face against Qin Wangchuan's arm, and did not respond.
She sees herself as an object, her mission being to become the master's strength and reliance.
Objects do not need to communicate with anyone other than their owner.
Long Yue's attention was clearly not on her.
After asking the question, she casually raised her gaze to Qin Wangchuan, this time asking more directly:
Aren't you afraid?
Located in the heart of the True Dragon Clan, surrounded by countless Dragon Clan, including many ancient monsters with a profound aura like the sea.
Upon hearing this, Qin Wangchuan raised an eyebrow and retorted, "Why should I be afraid?"
Before Long Yue could respond, he continued:
"On the contrary, aren't you afraid?"
"There are countless people outside, waiting to divide up your people and seize the Dragon Qi."
Upon hearing this, Long Yue's eyes dimmed for a moment, and she lowered her gaze and whispered, "We have long been prepared... to exchange a portion of our people for the sake of our clan's survival through this calamity."
You seem very frustrated.
Qin Wangchuan's words revealed the state of mind beneath her calm exterior.
"Even if it were necessary to send away some of the clansmen, it wouldn't be your turn, a high and mighty Fate Warden."
Long Yue raised her head, looking directly into Qin Wangchuan's eyes. Her voice remained cold, yet carried an almost obsessive firmness:
"The True Dragon Clan is the sole meaning of my existence."
"Losing any member of my tribe would be an unbearable blow to me."
She paused, her words carrying a deeper meaning:
"Conversely, if I can completely obtain the True Dragon Clan, I will also obtain... everything that is mine."
This statement is almost an explicit statement.
Even though she had basically confirmed that Dragon Scale was the true Ancestral Dragon, deep down, the thrill she felt for Qin Wangchuan's mysterious Dragon Might and extraordinary aura still gave her a faint glimmer of hope.
Serving the Ancestral Dragon was her destiny.
But she also wanted to choose a better person within the bounds of fate.
Unfortunately, that's impossible.
Qin Wangchuan is not True Dragon Clan, nor can he become the Ancestral Dragon.
"To equate the fate of one's people entirely with one's own existence is a very noble awareness," he commented casually.
Long Yue shook her head. "You're wrong. I'm not noble."
"On the contrary, I am despicable."
"As long as the True Dragon Clan can continue, I will do it without hesitation, even if it means sacrificing many of my clansmen."
Her voice was calm to the point of being cold.
"I am the [evil] that the True Dragon Clan must bear for survival."
"Is it disgusting...?"
Qin Wangchuan repeated in a low voice, without commenting.
Everyone has their own chosen path and their own burdens, which need no one's opinion and they have no intention of changing anyone.
Do your own thing and achieve your own goals, that's enough.
During their conversation, they had already walked the long road that had been bathed in their gazes and entered the most magnificent Ancient Dragon Hall.
The hall was spacious and high, with the dome hidden in the darkness, like a starry sky.
Several high-ranking Dragon Clan of the dragon race, their auras as solid as mountains, were already waiting here.
An air of antiquity and authority permeated the space.
The leader was an elderly man with silver hair and a weathered face.
He had a pair of winding dragon horns on his forehead, and his gaze was gentle yet profound, as if he could easily see through people's hearts.
He is Ao Cang, the current leader of the True Dragon Clan.
The surname "Ao" in the True Dragon Clan signifies that the person is an elder who survived the Great Calamity ten thousand years ago.
"Welcome home, child."
Ao Cang's gaze first fell on Dragon Scale, who was being led by Qin Wangchuan.
His voice carried a strange rhythm, as if it could soothe all anxiety and contained the power to calm the soul.
"I've already heard of it, Dragon Scale... it's quite a unique name."
"However, your True Name should be -- Long Xiao."
"This is the inscription engraved in your Origin Source bloodline, the name of the future ruler of my True Dragon Clan."
Upon hearing this, Dragon Scale pursed her lips slightly, a clear hint of displeasure appearing in her golden dragon eyes.
She had no interest in this forcibly given "True Name," but instead tugged at Qin Wangchuan's hand, tilting her head back with a familiar plea in her eyes—
I want a hug.
The floor of the hall beneath her feet was made of some unknown material, which made her very uncomfortable.
I still prefer my owner's embrace.
It smells nice and pleasant.
Qin Wangchuan naturally understood, and bent down to pick her up steadily.
Dragon Scale immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, rested her face on his shoulder, and swung her little feet gently in the air.
This action caused Ao Cang above to furrow his brow almost imperceptibly.
How could the Ancestral Dragon, the future ruler of the True Dragon Clan, be so subservient to others?
This is outrageous!
However, when he sensed the ancient Dragon Might emanating from Qin Wangchuan, he suppressed his displeasure.
This child has a mysterious origin, a close relationship with the Ancestral Dragon, and possesses strange dragon blood. We shall observe him for now.
"Although the Demon Race seal on the Sacred Relic is somewhat troublesome, our clan can surely break it in a few days."
Ao Cang steered the conversation back to the main topic, his voice booming:
"You may stay here in peace during this time."
"Long Yue will take care of your daily needs and explain to Long Xiao the history and heritage of my True Dragon Clan, as well as... the heavy responsibility that the Ancestral Dragon will bear in the future—leading the revival of the clan."
The word "responsibility" weighed heavily on Long Yin, causing him to subconsciously resist it.
But for Qin Wangchuan, this was as insignificant as a feather.
He already carries enough on his shoulders.
The mission of the Imperial Clan Divine Son, the pursuit of his peers, the controller of the Returnees, the savior of the mixed race, the expectations of countless time and space, and even the struggle with Alien Race.
Having the title of "Ancestral Dragon" makes no real difference to him.
Just as Ao Cang was about to signal that they could step back and rest, Qin Wangchuan spoke up.
His voice wasn't loud, but it instantly drew the attention of all the high-ranking Dragon Clan in the hall.
"Now that you've finished speaking, let me say a few words."