After flying for some time, Huo Ling arrived above a towering mountain range.
At the summit of this range stood a vast palace complex.
Huo Ling saw many enormous dragons here. Some were ancient dragons, and some were even primordial dragons.
Huo Ling's arrival drew the scrutinizing gazes of several dragons.
From those gazes, Huo Ling sensed a threat. Following their eyes, he saw several true dragons much larger than himself.
And they were not true dragons in soul form, but living true dragons.
Feeling their auras, Huo Ling understood.
They even carried traces of divine power. These true dragons were either Tiamat's chosen, or true dragons already walking the path to godhood.
After ascending to godhood, they might become Tiamat's servant gods.
However, Huo Ling quickly shifted his gaze away from them. These dragons on the path to godhood were all paupers.
Because the first step toward becoming a god-dragon was to devour one's own treasury, not leaving behind a single coin.
Even if someone successfully slew a god-dragon, other than earning the wrath of Tiamat and the other dragonkind, they would gain no treasure at all—only a dragon corpse.
Huo Ling followed the red dragon scion arcanist onward. After pushing open the gates of a palace, his breath caught.
He saw the origin of the five-colored dragons' bloodline, the Queen of Five-Colored Dragons, Tiamat.
Or rather, this was only one of Tiamat's dragon heads—and a red dragon head at that.
Deep within the palace, in that hidden darkness, Tiamat's enormous body and long neck were still concealed.
How large was Tiamat?
This red dragon head alone was nearly one-third the size of Huo Ling's body.
Huo Ling was already over eighty meters tall, so one could only imagine how colossal Tiamat's body was.
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