Dragon Attendant Ritual, Announcing His Arrival
When Qin Wangchuan opened his eyes again, what came into view was the familiar dome pattern of the Quiet Room.
And the aloof yet upright figure standing beside the jade couch.
Long Yue.
She seemed to have been watching him the whole time, her glassy eyes fixed on him. When he opened his eyes, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but then her eyes were quickly replaced by her usual respect.
Are you awake?
As she spoke, Long Yue stepped forward and naturally helped him sit up.
Qin Wangchuan sat on the bed and rubbed his temples, which still throbbed with pain. He felt as if his Divine Soul had undergone a long journey and was somewhat weak.
But it's not all bad.
The noise in my ears disappeared, my consciousness returned to clarity, and I even felt a sense of cleansing and transparency.
"That piece of paper..."
"On the table."
"How are you feeling?" Long Yue asked softly when she saw him rubbing his forehead. "It seems the impact of the bloodline reversion is quite severe. I've prepared some calming and soul-soothing medicine."
She thought Qin Wangchuan's weak body was the price of his bloodline reverting to its ancestral form.
But that's not actually the case.
As she spoke, Long Yue turned around and took out a bowl of medicinal soup from the jade cup that was being kept warm beside her, offering it to her with both hands.
Qin Wangchuan took it and glanced at the slightly rippling liquid in the bowl.
Although the exact heavenly materials and earthly treasures used are unknown, the aroma of the medicine is clear, pure, and mellow, which is invigorating.
He tilted his head back and drank it down.
It was warm when it entered my mouth, and the taste was surprisingly good, with a hint of sweetness and none of the bitterness of ordinary medicine.
'Did she adjust it on purpose?'
The thought flashed through my mind.
He handed the small bowl, adorned with an exquisite Dragon Form, back to it.
Long Yue respectfully accepted it, placed it aside, and asked, "Would you like to rest a little longer?"
No, thank you.
Qin Wangchuan shook his head, took a deep breath, lifted the brocade quilt, and got up from the bed.
Although the headache hasn't completely disappeared, it's bearable now, and more importantly, most of the heavy burden on my soul has been lifted.
He slowly moved his somewhat stiff limbs in the Quiet Room.
Long Yue stood quietly to the side, her gaze lowered, her posture impeccable, like a beautiful glass statue.
Only after Qin Wangchuan felt his Qi and Blood flowing smoothly and his breathing stabilized did Long Yue speak at the right time:
"Since the opening of the Ancient Dragon Minor Realm, many cultivators from the outside world have arrived at the border."
"There is one important ceremony that has not yet been held before they have fully arrived here."
"Ceremony?"
Qin Wangchuan turned his head to look at her, raising an eyebrow slightly. Then, recalling the ancient books of the True Dragon Clan he had seen before, he couldn't help but mutter to himself again, "Your rules... are really numerous."
Even so, he had already taken the lead and walked out of the Quiet Room.
After taking a few steps, he turned back to look at Long Yue, who was still standing in the same spot, and urged her:
"Then let's do it, what kind of ceremony?"
"Yes."
Long Yue's lips curved into an almost imperceptible smile as she quickly stepped forward and led the way to Qin Wangchuan's side.
"Dragon Lord, please follow me."
The more obedient and courteous she appeared, the more Qin Wangchuan couldn't help but recall the past.
I still remember the look in Long Yue's eyes a few days ago.
Clear and sharp as a blade, it carries the innate pride of the Dragon Girl and the unwavering resolve of the Fate Warden.
It was as if nothing in the world, except for the Dragon Scale, was worthy of her lowering her gaze.
The contrast between the two is striking.
He shook his head and chuckled softly.
The soft chuckle made Long Yue turn around, her glassy eyes looking at him with a hint of doubt.
Qin Wangchuan met her gaze and said with a hint of teasing:
Actually, I still prefer your previous rebellious self.
"What was it like before?"
A slight ripple crossed Long Yue's eyes, but it quickly subsided, returning to its calm and undisturbed state. She gave a slight bow, "Dragon Lord is too kind."
As they spoke, the two had already left the Quiet Room.
Having been indoors for so long, Qin Wangchuan's eyes were suddenly exposed to the bright sunlight outside, and he subconsciously raised his hand to shield them.
Long Yue, who was walking in front, was enveloped in this light. Her crystal-clear dragon horns reflected a dazzling halo, gilding her aloof figure with a layer of gold.
She walked ahead, her gait composed and upright, each step carrying the elegance and power unique to the Dragon Clan.
"I belong to my race, and only secondarily to the Ancestral Dragon."
Long Yue suddenly spoke, her voice soft and gentle.
"Serving the Ancestral Dragon and bringing prosperity to the clan is my destiny."
"To me, who the Ancestral Dragon is may make no difference."
"But--"
She paused briefly, then suddenly turned around.
The moment my gaze fell on Qin Wangchuan's face, I saw him raising his hand to shield his eyes from the sunlight.
She paused, then slowed her pace, subtly shifting to the side and moving half a step to his side.
Then, she raised her hand and used her slender palm to shield him from the somewhat dazzling halo of light.
Qin Wangchuan's vision suddenly went dark.
The blinding halo disappeared, replaced by a gentle shadow, and at the edge of that shadow, a pair of delicate hands.
He instinctively lowered his head.
They met Long Yue's gaze.
She stood there, slightly turned to the side, maintaining the posture of shading him from the sun.
Sunlight streamed in from behind, illuminating the Fate Warden's silhouette almost transparently, except for his eyes, which appeared exceptionally focused in the shadows.
She looked at him, her voice even softer than before, yet each word fell clearly into his ears:
"But..."
I'm very happy.
"I am so glad that you have come to be my master, and I am so glad to serve you."
"This is my eternal honor."
These two sentences carried a heavy weight in Qin Wangchuan's ears.
It's less like a vow and more like a... subtle confession.
A gentle breeze carries the faint fragrance of distant grasses and trees.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment in the shadow of her palm.
Qin Wangchuan didn't stop walking; he understood.
He didn't reply, but simply nodded.
"I see."
The four words are simple.
But Qin Wangchuan knew the truth.
From this moment on, the karma of the True Dragon Clan truly fell upon him.
Soon, the two passed through layers of halls and corridors and arrived at the back of the Ancient Dragon Hall.
Surprisingly, there was a high platform here that Qin Wangchuan had never noticed before. It was built against the mountain, rising abruptly from the ground and reaching straight into the clouds.
Like an ancient sacrificial altar, it hangs alone atop the mountain.
Below and on the layers of platforms surrounding the mountain, the True Dragon Clan was already standing, even more numerous than before at the foot of the Sacred Mountain, a dark, dense mass.
They had been waiting here for a long time, hoping to be the first to see this Dragon Lord.
Rumors about this dragon lord had already been circulating quietly within the clan—he not only possessed the Ancestral Dragon Blood, but also something even more ancient and primordial... the Primordial Ancient Dragon!
A solemn yet subdued excitement filled the air.
Upon arriving at the mountaintop platform, Ao Cang and several core Clan Elder were already waiting there.
Their faces were solemn, and a huge Bronze Dragon Cauldron stood majestically behind them.
The True Dragonfire within the cauldron burned fiercely, its crimson-gold flames soaring into the sky, even causing changes in the celestial phenomena, with clouds surging and a faint Dragon Form phantom circling within.
Long Yue had been leading the way, had already left to prepare.
Qin Wangchuan looked around, then turned to a Dragon Girl standing beside him and asked:
What do I need to do?
The Dragon Girl seemed extremely nervous, hurriedly lowering her head and speaking in a voice barely audible, "Your Majesty, you... you don't need to do anything."
That's simple.
Qin Wangchuan nodded and asked no further questions.
His gaze swept over the Dragon Clan below, who surged like a tide.
Thousands of True Dragon gathered here, their blood-related aura resonating and vibrating in the air.
Drawn by this vast and pure Dragon Clan aura, the power that had been temporarily hidden within him began to emerge uncontrollably.
The imposing phantom of dragon horns extends from the forehead, majestic and mysterious;
The phantom of the dragon's tail swayed gently behind him, stirring the surrounding Spiritual Qi.
Although it was still in a phantom state, the supreme Dragon Might originating from the Origin Source life was more awe-inspiring than any physical dragon body.
"Whoosh--!"
An uncontrollable wave of gasps erupted from below.
"The prophecy mentioned that the Ancestral Dragon was different from other dragons, so... it was true!"
"Dragon Lord! Dragon Lord!"
It's unclear who shouted it first, but then a deafening roar erupted, accompanied by a flood of kneeling and prostration.
The roar was like thunder, soaring straight to the heavens.
Thousands of True Dragon bowed their heads once more, offering the highest respect to the figure atop the mountain.
At the same time, sacrificial music played, creating a solemn and respectful atmosphere.
When Long Yue reappeared, she had changed into an extremely gorgeous and elaborate sacrificial robe, wore a pearl and jade crown, and covered her face with a light veil, completely obscuring her features.
Nine equally beautiful and elegantly dressed Dragon Girl followed closely behind.
They walked in unison, like a flowing scroll painting, slowly approaching Qin Wangchuan.
"Please manifest your True Dragon form."
Long Yue approached Qin Wangchuan and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear.