Chapter 768 - 742: Interrupted
Before reaching the Dragon Transformation Platform, the Dragon Priest said: "Once you’re ready to ascend, let us know, and we’ll activate the platform."
"Okay."
Zhou Leng looked up towards the front.
The Dragon Transformation Platform was a vast valley.
All around the valley were various metallic dragon statues.
Each dragon statue towered over five hundred meters tall.
The ground within the valley was covered with star-metal, engraved with dense patterns, distinctly styled in genuine star civilization rather than the rock civilization typical of dragons.
Zhou Leng gazed at each dragon within the valley, memorizing their forms, matching them with his memory of the dragon race.
Some dragons were very peculiar, with no related information in his recollections.
Seeing Zhou Leng’s actions, the Dragon Priest smiled and said: "You are indeed the Dragon God’s descendant. To us, power is secondary; the legacy and civilization of dragons are more vital. Each dragon in this valley is a divine spirit..."
He slowly narrated the long history of the dragons.
Zhou Leng found it a bit odd, as the Dragon Priest seemed to be recounting the ancestors’ experiences to his descendants, with emotions a bit too overflowing.
But, perhaps all elderly do this.
As Zhou Leng listened, he kept taking out various medicines infused with dragon aura from his starry pouch.
Occasionally, a Demigod Giant Dragon pointed out a problem with a medicine, eliminating it.
At first, the demigod dragons thought, truly worthy of a Dragon God descendant, newly stepped into demigod, yet possessed such wealth.
But as the medicines beside Zhou Leng accumulated into a small hill, with many needed by demigod dragons, they couldn’t stay put.
Where did so many medicines come from?
How many demigod dragon nests were plundered?
However, it seemed not many were specialties of the Dragon World, more from the Beastman World, Demon Purgatory World, Tree-man World, and Fierce Beast World.
Especially medicines from the Demon Purgatory, one pile after another.
The demigod dragons exchanged glances, secretly transmitting guesses on how many demons the boy had killed.
Clearly, he couldn’t have only these items, with proportions calculated...
The demigod dragons, calculating, suddenly realized their poverty.
The Dragon Priest continued joyfully narrating the tale of the Dragon God, later seeing Zhou Leng frequently taking out medicines, finally couldn’t help.
"Enough, enough, if you take more, I’m afraid you can’t withstand the medicine power."
"Alright then." Zhou Leng paused.
The rest would be organized later.
Thus, under the gaze of the demigod dragons, Zhou Leng began eating the medicines in large bites.
A bite of Dragon Flame Fruit, explosive and juicy.
Gulping down a big bottle of Demigod Dragon Milk, the creamy aroma filling the surroundings.
A bite of Demon Dragon Crystal, like brittle bones, crunchy.
...
Many demigod dragons had recently bled, their stomachs hungry, watching the public spectacle of eating, drooling uncontrollably.
After finishing all the medicinal fruits, Zhou Leng held his big belly, swaying to the center of the valley altar.
"I’m ready."
The Dragon Priest nodded, chanting an ancient tune, worshipping the Dragon God.
Suddenly, three hundred and sixty Dragon God statues in the valley began to illuminate sequentially.
On the base under each Dragon God, lines of Divine Text appeared.
Curious, Zhou Leng observed the newly emerged Divine Text, taking photos for record, then retrieved the Divine Text Dictionary gifted by Crystal Sky Dust, translating and correcting pronunciation one by one.
As all the statues of the Dragon God shone, the Dragon Priest began the second phase of the ritual.
Halfway through chanting, Zhou Leng couldn’t sit still.
Standing up, he said: "Respected Dragon Priest, please pause."
"Huh?" The Dragon Priest and demigod dragons were stunned, as this wasn’t an ordinary ritual; if interrupted, it had to start from scratch.
In dragon society, it’s considered disrespect to the gods.
Some demigod dragons, anger rising in their eyes.
"Your rituals have a mistake. I’ll demonstrate the correct ritual language using Divine Text."
After speaking, Zhou Leng began reading the Divine Text from under the first Dragon God’s statue.
"All beings return home, eternal endless realms..."
"Fate dragon feast, true name among stars..."
...
Zhou Leng recited the ritual words in Divine Text that even he couldn’t understand.
Initially, the demigods frowned while listening, looking towards the Dragon Priest.
The Dragon Priest shook his head, he couldn’t comprehend either.
Yet gradually, streams of divine light emerged from the Dragon God statues, shooting into the heavens, reaching the endless void.
Columnar divine lights rose one after another, targeting the same point, weaving into a giant cone-shaped light canopy, enveloping the entire valley.
Demigod dragons looked on, both shocked and joyous.
Joyous that they saw correctly, he is a descendant of the Dragon God, with a purer bloodline than any dragon present!
Shocked that what have the dragons been studying for tens of thousands of years about the ritual, making the Dragon Gods hear jokes for tens of thousands of years?
As Zhou Leng finished reciting the final line of Divine Text, the world trembled, three hundred and sixty beams of light simultaneously redirected towards the altar center.
Boom...
An explosion of radiant light, endless divine splendor surged, transforming the entire valley into a brilliant fiery sphere.
Demigod dragons squinted, retreating step by step.
After a long time, the light faded.
At Zhou Leng’s location, a three-meter-high dragon egg appeared.
This dragon egg was entirely pitch black, with stars revolving on its surface.
Unlike a dragon egg, it resembled an egg-shaped universe.
The Dragon Priest murmured: "Could he really be a descendant of the Star Dragon?"
Demigod dragons remained silent.
Previously, for legitimacy, they fabricated a Star Dragon descendant identity for Zhou Leng, appointing him as Dragon President.
Dark Horn furrowed his brow tightly, thinking how to execute the assassination now?
Returning, he must seek the envoy of Black Flame Eternal Light to revise conditions, surely uniting other demigods, one dragon alone wouldn’t suffice.
This burden is too heavy, too big to bear.
All dragons waited quietly.
The wait lasted for three days and nights.
Suddenly, a crisp dragon roar emanated from the star egg.
Subsequently, the sky darkened, myriad realms lost their light.
At the sky’s edge, the black heavens cracked, rapidly dispersed, revealing endless star clusters.
Above the black heavens, where the stars reside, a vague dragon shadow appeared.
The giant dragon was so colossal, countless galaxies orbited around him.
The dragon shadow flickered away, the dragons unable to see the full image.
Yet vaguely remembered, atop that mighty dragon’s head, a River King Crown hovered.
Myriad star rivers converged, forming the crown, star light erupted, magnificent.
Dragons all laid down, chanting aloud "Dragon God above."
Several elder dragons researching dragon history trembled all over, both fearful and excited.
Crack...
A crack appeared in the dragon egg’s center, the fracture slowly spreading.
Eventually, the dragon egg cracked, Zhou Leng stood up.
The dragon egg’s shell fell, shattered into starlight, slowly rose, circled around a few times, merging into Zhou Leng’s body.
Zhou Leng opened his eyes, a fierce Dragon God aura like fire filled the valley.
The demigod dragons who had just stood up were frightened to kneel again.
Zhou Leng blinked, the dragon god’s shadow in his eyes dissipated, the pressure disappeared.
"Whew..."
Zhou Leng exhaled heavily.
The process just now, was quite perilous.
Almost a bloodline reversal, transforming from human to dragon, but luckily, other forces within hindered it.
Apparently, there exists some power surpassing the Star Dragon bloodline, causing the dragon transformation to halt, attracting a terrifying Dragon God, whose gaze pierced space-time, observing the universe.
However, that Dragon God felt somewhat familiar, but he couldn’t remember where he’d seen it.
