Di Tian's last-minute hesitation faded, and his mind returned to stillness, like an ancient well untouched by waves.
The ripples of emotion faded.
The ripples of reason remained.
Now he was doing the most sensible thing.
He did not want a direct clash with the Dragon God's Divine Sense either. Taking over peacefully would be best.
So.
He could not simply beg.
Among the Dragon Clan—or, for that matter, any powerful race—
getting what one wanted by pleading went against their nature.
Begging would never bring him what he sought.
Only strength acknowledged by everyone, and deeds surpassing those of his kin, could win him everything in the end.
That was why.
Di Tian had unleashed his powerful chaotic aura without restraint in the Dragon Valley Small World, and handed the Dragon God's Divine Sense Mental Manifestation scenes recording the Golden Dragon King's and Silver Dragon King's past deeds.
The Golden Dragon King lacked strategy; the Silver Dragon King lacked wisdom.
Set against them like that,
how could anyone see Di Tian as anything but the one everyone wanted?
Of course.
If matters truly reached the point of no return—if the Dragon God's Divine Sense insisted on passing his legacy only to his own children and grandchildren, never to an adopted son or grandson, and Di Tian had to take the path of a challenger—
then Di Tian would simply name the Dragon God Supreme Dragon God himself!
He was confident he could.
The Dragon God's Divine Sense had always been able to bring the Dragon God back to life.
Yet he had never done so.
The reason was the Dragon God's lifelong love, the Dragon Queen, and the sole child she had borne him at the cost of her life, Crown Prince Dragon.
The Dragon Queen's death had involved