No one asked where the White Dragon had gone, because everyone knew that the White Dragon had completed the Dragon Ascension and transformation, and the Dragon Horn had grown.
What followed would take some years: shedding everything old, consolidating cultivation, and becoming a True Dragon in full. It would not be a short time, though for Dragonkind and those who cultivated in pursuit of the Dao, it was hardly long.
Relatively speaking, though the White Lord's road to dragonhood had been long, it had followed a fairly orthodox course. By contrast, the North Sea Dragon Lord Ya Ci's transformation had been rather unconventional.
In some people's eyes, Ya Ci seemed to have become a dragon simply by escaping his imprisonment in the mountains, reconstructing his flesh directly from a painting. Naturally, there had been no old shell to shed or cultivation to consolidate; he had possessed a dragon's body from the outset.
But to those who truly knew the inside story, such as Yi Shuyuan, Ya Ci's several hundred years had all been spent undergoing Dragon Ascension.
The Dragon-Transformation Banquet should have been part of the Dragon-Transformation Ceremony. To Ya Ci, it had been of little consequence, but witnessing a genuine Dragon Ascension and transformation had now given it a new significance.
Once the Dragon Lord gave the word, no one in the North Sea dared neglect it. Although nearly half the North Sea Dragonkind had joined the procession pursuing the dragon's ascension, a whole group had been slapped back down by the tsunami when they first reached land.
Some of that group had pursued it for a while, while others had known they could do nothing to turn the tide. In any case, both groups had returned early to wait in the North Sea. They simply had not