Chapter 522: Four Hall of the Dragon Flames
There was far more to the selection of an Ancient Dragon Totem than simply walking up and pointing at one. It was a process that required insight, instinct, and a deep understanding of one’s path.
With only two hours given, the pressure was immense, especially for those whose talents or performances during the scroll assessment had placed them lower in the pecking order.
The truth was simple—if one didn’t already possess at least a rough understanding of the thirty-six Ancient Dragon Totem Stones and their origins, strengths, and unique traits, making the right choice would be nearly impossible.
These weren’t just training tools—they were legacies. Each totem was either a relic left behind by a peerless powerhouse of the Black Dragon Palace, imbued with centuries of condensed law and will, or they had been shaped at the very dawn of the universe during the Primal Chaos Era—when the Laws of Fire, Space, Time, and Creation had first begun to form.
Each one pulsed with an origin that could resonate with one’s soul, and yet... no two were the same. Some carried greater raw power, others superior clarity in law comprehension, and some were more attuned to specific bloodlines or elemental natures.
Even among those created by the peerless ancestors of the Black Dragon Palace, there were degrees of greatness. Some had been carved by Masters, revered for their understanding and status, while others had been formed by Elders, whose insights might not have been as deep.
And even totems made by the same individual varied in quality—some were considered ordinary, created in times of contemplation or as training tools, while others were superior works born of breakthrough, enlightenment, or near-death experience.
There was no absolute hierarchy, no rigid classification—only compatibility and resonance. Thus, making the right choice meant everything. A poor match could stifle growth. A perfect one... could ignite a legend.
The red-robed old man led the group silently for nearly a quarter hour, descending through spiraling stone Halls. Then, without warning, the passage opened into a vast chamber—a grand hall that stretched three hundred feet in width, large enough for ten carriages to race side by side without touching.