Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire

"Uncle Noah, please grant me the True Blood!"

"You are not qualified!"

Noah looked down at the young man kneeling below him, exuding a slight aura of despair, and with just one glance, gave his assessment without mercy.

"Why am I not qualified?"

Theodore shouted, somewhat emotionally distressed,

"I’ve already mastered two types of Extreme Intent; I have clearly met the requirements to fuse the True Blood."

"But you have only mastered the Extreme Intent of Qi and the Power Extreme Intent. Hmm, you’re quite lucky, actually, having had the chance to strengthen your physique to this extent, but that’s still not enough. You have not mastered the Skill’s Extreme Intent."

Noah saw through the young man in front of him at once. Without a doubt, Theodore, who had mastered two types of Extreme Intent, was one in a million among the various races, and this base of millions was comprised of Transcendents, not the ordinary.

"Must one master the Skill’s Extreme Intent to have the qualification to fuse True Blood? I remember you promised us that as long as the Golden Radiance is perfected, one could have a chance!"

Theodore, crawling on the cold marble floor, straightened his back, but his legs remained kneeling on the ground, as if rooted. He looked up with pleading eyes at the Golden Dragon coiled on the golden high platform.

"The perfection of the Golden Radiance is merely a gamble. To acquire the full Inheritance of True Blood, you must obtain the Skill’s Extreme Intent. You have not mastered it, so you are not qualified."