Transforming into a Dragon
The Sun Sets.
Ailante watched the sun set behind the mountains for the seventh time, plunging the entire forest into darkness, with only the torch in his hand providing the only illumination.
He remained where he was, without making a move for a long time.
He knew that it was unlikely that more Spirit Realm Spirit Realm Traveler Trial, and his plan to obtain a powerful Dragon Clan Talent had truly failed.
"That's fine then."
Ailante sighed deeply, his other hand hanging limply at his sides, clenched into a fist, and he remained lost in thought for a long time.
This is the seventh day. According to the Trial's information, the Monsa City will be destroyed when the sun rises tomorrow.
This had nothing to do with him anymore; he and the other Spirit Realm Traveler hadn't even found the slightest trace of the High Priest.
For the past four days, they have searched tirelessly throughout the mountains and forests, but have found nothing.
He realized that all their efforts over the past few days had been in vain.
He had already persisted the longest; on the sixth day, some people committed suicide and withdrew from the Trial.
After noon today, almost everyone withdrew from the Trial.
Because everyone knew in their hearts that they had to find that High Priest before he transformed into a dragon.
Otherwise, once they transform into dragons, their fighting power, enough to destroy the entire Monsa City, would be something they absolutely could not withstand.
Even before they transformed into dragons, they combined might not have been able to defeat that High Priest.
Ailante decided not to waste any more time; he had no intention of confronting a dragon head-on.
Being killed by a dragon's breath is not a 'contribution' to preventing a disaster.
He gripped the small knife at his waist and pointed it at his neck.
This is a required course for every Spirit Realm Traveler: learn how to commit suicide quickly.
When you find yourself in a dilemma in the Spirit Realm, you'll find that committing suicide to leave the Spirit Realm is the best and most efficient way.
After all, not all Trial in all areas are designed reasonably. Some Trial are extremely difficult, but the rewards are minimal, so there's no need to waste time on them.
Just as he was about to finish the Trial quickly, a sudden tremor in the ground stopped him in his tracks.
He stopped and quietly sensed the direction of the vibration.
He sensed that something was breaking through the ground, and there were sounds of explosions and hard objects hitting each other.
Suddenly, all those sounds were drowned out, and a voice he knew all too well resounded throughout the forest.
That was the roar of a dragon; he had heard his father's voice countless times.
An invisible shockwave swept across the ground, but by the time it reached him, it was much smaller, only snapping a few slender tree branches before they crashed to the ground.
Ailante felt the torchlight grow even brighter. He looked up and saw a huge black shadow flying in the air.
It blocked half the moon, and Ailante could only barely see the Dragon Scale protruding from its edges.
The dragon suddenly launched an attack. A small patch of its head glowed Dark Red, then the dark red slid down its chest, down its long neck, and reached its head.
A loud "boom!" rang out. By the time Ailante came to his senses, he was surrounded by flames, his ears were filled with deafening roars, and he could only vaguely make out the hideous figures in the sky.
The High Priest —no, I should say this dragon—had completely devoured the High Priest's memories and personality.
It recalled a name from long ago, a name belonging to the dragon corpse that had been refined by the High Priest and the Deity.
Its name is Quentin. It died before it came to this dream, but its corpse accidentally wandered into this dream.
After it was refined into a pool of Dragon Blood by the High Priest, it should have no consciousness whatsoever, but the High Priest must have possessed some kind of secret technique.
It was able to awaken its consciousness and even ask how to truly become a dragon.
Quentin generously told him the method and kindly reminded him that if he used this method, the dragon that would be transformed might not be him, but a new life with both of their consciousnesses.
As a dragon, it wouldn't possess any method of preserving consciousness during its transformation into a dragon; its method was acquired from some unknown dragon in some year.
However, the other party did not back down after learning the news. Instead, they were very excited and said that they understood and thanked Senior Long for his guidance.
At that time, its consciousness was still very confused as to why this human was not deterred by such harm, but instead very happy.
Now, having absorbed the High Priest's consciousness, it understands everything.
The High Priest had known for a long time that this was a dream, and he was desperate to escape it and go to other parts of the Spirit Realm.
This requires immense power, which his Deity could not grant him. He pleaded countless times, but only received a cold reply from the Deity: Stay here.
That's why he was overjoyed after learning how to become a dragon. Even if he completely lost his consciousness, he never wanted to be trapped in this dream again; he would rather give his life.
Therefore, the High Priest had already taken some minor measures, using methods obtained from Quentin's consciousness, to limit the power that Deity could project in this dream.
Furthermore, he kept it a secret from the other two priests for a long time, preventing them from communicating with the Deity and thus preventing them from hindering his plans.
Several days prior, he had made all the preparations, so he captured the High Priest of Rune and used his corpse as the final ingredient.
The Deity that the High Priest serves is probably now trying to reconcile with him.
Quentin is now heading to Monsa City to retrieve his Dragon Blood and, incidentally, to refine the Dragon Blood from all the residents, thereby gaining more power to break through the barrier of this dream.
"My God, this is the last gift you have given me. Thank you."
Quentin knew that his Deity were not unresponsive to everything he did; it was simply a tacit compromise between them.
After it retrieves the Dragon Blood and leaves the dream, the entire dream will be reshaped, returning to the time when the Divine Temple of Monsa City was first established.
However, by that time, Monsa would no longer have the Divine Water, and they would probably have to rely on some power bestowed by their Deity to fight against the Magic Creature.
Its Deity's faith in this region remains unchanged, and this is the condition for His concession.
Its Deity is not powerless to punish its actions, but rather, doing so would yield no benefit and would only cause additional losses.
If Quentin had actually done that, He would have suffered less, so after realizing Quentin's actions, He only issued a warning and took no further action.
Quentin felt a tremor run through his body; he had inherited the High Priest's memories, and naturally, the High Priest's desired goals as well.
It flapped its wings and flew towards Monsa City, eager to see what the other areas of the Spirit Realm were like.