Yuya congratulated the Silver Dragon on becoming a true dragon.
After a thousand years, his former companion had finally undergone its transformation.
The nobility in its blood would not allow it to suffer so grievously without settling the score.
Now, it wanted to make the Ōtsutsuki Clan pay.
But even after becoming a true dragon, how could it easily deal with that ancient tree rooted in the starry sky above the Ōtsutsuki Ancestral Court?
Although Yuya had previously slaughtered ninety-nine percent of them,
among the Ōtsutsuki who remained,
there were still at least a hundred who had eaten a whole Chakra Fruit and possessed the Rinne Sharingan.
The Ōtsutsuki were, after all, an interstellar civilization. Even with their population decimated,
they still numbered over a million, though the Ōtsutsuki maintained a strict hierarchy.
Most were ordinary civilians without much chakra.
More than a thousand Ōtsutsuki had eaten a whole Chakra Fruit.
That was equivalent to several thousand Princess Kaguyas from the original story, each possessing the power of the Rinne Sharingan.
There should have been even more, but the vast majority of the Chakra Fruits had been offered to that ancient tree.
That tree was unimaginably powerful.
So Yuya could not say whether the Silver Dragon would win this time.
Over those thousand years, Yuya had endured the torment of Solar Eclipse and bitter cold.
As the moon orbited and rotated through the vastness of space, the temperature difference between day and night was immense.
No ordinary person could withstand it, let alone endure it day and night for a thousand years.
And the changes to his body were the least of it.
Yuya's will had decayed further and further, and his consciousness had grown indistinct.
That was because, throughout those thousand years, he had not resisted the God