Crossing the true dragon realm, and you call me Little Locke?

Shuoyang was still somewhat dazed even after leaving Dragon's Nest Island.

He couldn't understand why Ingrid, a pure and innocent golden dragon, would hang out with those idiots who wanted to distort the goddess of magic, instead of trusting Bahamut, who doted on golden dragons.

Although Bahamut, that old geezer, loves to brag all the time, and is a bit sleazy and nosy, he's not very useful.

But he really does give out money!

After confirming that Shuoyang's value and dragon quality were both in good condition.

The Platinum Dragon God simply waved his claw, sending Shuoyang 100,000 gold dragons and several divine blessings, helping him meet all the prerequisites for advancing to the Dragon class.

This is to ensure that he grows up quickly and has a certain ability to protect himself.

Moreover, although this Platinum Dragon God was somewhat weakened, his divine affinity was truly excellent.

With him maneuvering among the gods, pantheistic gods like Tom and Ilmat wouldn't, at least, descend in their avatars to directly eliminate Shuoyang, the source of all trouble, before the situation completely spirals out of control.

In comparison, his opponent, the five-headed old woman who was the Queen of Colors, was in a much worse situation.

If she discovers the special nature of Shuoyang.

Shuoyang had no doubt that the other party would definitely try to descend divinely and directly devour him to possess the White Tree.

So after accepting his fate, he immediately adjusted his mindset and realized he couldn't keep doing things this way.

Given the current situation, if he continues like this, he won't be able to save his life.

After all, while Cassiaro doesn't have the chaotic chaos of gods and demons like Faerûn, it is a parallel world that mirrors Toril and Eberon.

It also features a bunch of weird and wonderful things, like the Witch King, the Death Mage, and the Ancient Evil Order.

A sacred object like the White Tree, which is obviously linked to God and whose existence is difficult to conceal.

As it gradually comes into the public eye, there will inevitably be many who want to come and study it and seize it.

Therefore, all Shuoyang can do is take advantage of the fact that the mission is not yet completed.

The white tree will not grow, thus concealing its presence for a period of time.

First, quickly spread out the branch and leaf source crystals, and try to take over some of the other dragons' territories.

We'll figure out a way to complete the mission once things get out of control.

By allowing the white tree to grow rapidly through these territories, he could achieve a sudden surge in his strength and protect himself.

Therefore, as for Ingrid joining the All-Laws Returning to the Dragon Society, let them do whatever they want!

After all, Shuoyang and Ingrid were just friends, not siblings.

He should prioritize dealing with his own affairs.

So after hesitating for a while, he put it out of his mind.

Heading directly east, we flew towards Baiyang Port, located in the eastern part of Cuiyue Sea.

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Meanwhile, in the vast, boundless sea of ​​sand.

Blue Dragon Serafina landed at an ancient ruin left by an old empire, braving the scorching sun and rough flying sand.

She shook her wings, shaking off the sand and dust from her body.

After being polished by the fine sand, her horny dragon scales regained their smoothness as when she left this place.

Just like a finely crafted sapphire, it shines brilliantly.

After tidying herself up, Serafina chanted a spell and opened a seemingly abandoned stone archway.

The archway's shimmering blue light swirled into a vortex, beyond which lay a small demiplane.

Serafina stepped inside, amidst a maze of deep tunnels and endless sandstorms.

She moved with ease and found herself in a dark and cramped sandpit nest.

An old blue dragon lay sprawled in the sand pit.

He was burly and had a ferocious appearance.

It has a yellowish-white single horn on the tip of its nose, and wrinkled external ears that are not found in other dragon species.

Its size was extremely large, even larger than that of Shuoyang's mother, Lamarantz.

He lay sprawled on a mountain of treasure, with various imperial crowns and art treasures scattered among piles of colorful gemstones.

Because the nest was too small, most of his body was buried in the sand.

Only its head, chest, and forepaws were exposed; it was dozing off with extremely steady breathing.

"Grandpa, I'm here."

She was facing a male ancient blue dragon that could easily crush her.

Serafina, however, appeared extremely casual.

She poured two giant eagles, charred by lightning, from her dimensional bag and placed them under the old blue dragon's jaws.

The aroma of burnt food wafted up, and the old blue dragon sniffed.

He revealed a peaceful smile that was almost impossible to see on Blue Dragon's face.

He opened his brownish-yellow eyes and chuckled, "Ah, I really miss that stench of those celestial scum!"

With that, he opened his mouth and swallowed the two giant eagles whole.

It's made with skin and bones, mixed with feathers and flesh, and you savor it carefully.

Serafina, however, went straight to the point, asking, "Grandpa, what are your instructions for summoning me this time?"

"Hmm," Old Blue Dragon Mad Wing didn't keep anyone in suspense, and reluctantly swallowed the chewed giant eagle.

He asked, "You've had dealings with the offspring of that mother dragon, haven't you?"

"How are you feeling?"

Upon hearing this, Serafina pondered for a moment.

He replied, "That's strange. The other two bronze dragons are relatively normal."

"But that hybrid dragon, its size, strength, and breath control are ridiculously strong."

"If it weren't for the fact that he himself doesn't know why he can't let go and always holds back some of his strength."

"I might have been killed on the spot; I wouldn't have been able to escape at all."

"As expected," the old blue dragon chuckled disdainfully, "just like that mother dragon, a weak and inferior breed."

"Are you going to deal with him?"

Serafina had some suspicions in her mind, and she asked for confirmation, "Do you want to use him to take revenge on the Claws of the Coast?"

"Grandpa, is there anything you need me to do?"

"No," the old blue dragon shook his head and replied calmly, "I want you to protect that brat."

"If necessary, we can teleport him back here for refuge."

"Why!?"

Serafina was stunned when she heard this.

She stared intently at her grandfather's face, trying to discern any hint of hypocrisy or ulterior motives in the somewhat gray scales.

But the old blue dragon's calm yet serious gaze disappointed her.

Serafina simply couldn't understand why her grandfather would go and protect the offspring of his enemy.

You must know that his offspring, her parents, were once the clan that dominated the desert.

Back then, they were all devoured and wiped out by Lamarantz—that mad mother bronze dragon.

Even Mad Wing himself was severely injured and crippled by Ramalantz, and now he can only eke out a living in this demiplane.

Therefore, Serafina just couldn't understand it.

What could have been the reason that made my grandfather let go of such deep-seated hatred?

He went to protect the son of his enemy, disregarding past grievances.

"A bet's a bet, Serafina."

The old blue dragon looked calmly at his only remaining granddaughter.

He patiently explained to her, "The strong rule everything; the strong make the rules."

"This is the code of our Blue Dragons, Serafina."

"And that female dragon..." A hint of resentment flashed in the old blue dragon's eyes, but it disappeared in an instant like a spark.

He sighed, "Whether it's luck or skill, she's ultimately stronger than me; she defeated us."

"So, let go of that weak hatred!"

"Serafina, don't let your emotions cloud your judgment."

"Our god has issued a divine decree: that weak child, just like his mother, is the hope for the revival of our people."

"You must teach him and guide him onto the path of the strong."

"Make him a dragon king without mercy or weakness."

As he spoke, the old blue dragon stood up, and the piled-up yellow sand slid off like silk.

His tattered wing, broken dragon tail, and scarred body were revealed.

And buried under the yellow sand—the shrine of the Platinum Dragon God.