After a few days, Everyone headed for the 1st Xuantian Monastery as they had been promoted for their prowess and all.
While others worked in packing and things,
Long Chen sat within the Primal Chaos Space, sorting through the numerous treasures-- herbs, ores, orbs, and various artifacts he had gathered. His fingers traced over some ancient jewelry runes he had discovered, their faint glow flickering like dying embers. Suddenly, his spirit trembled as a familiar yet overwhelming presence surged through his soul.
"Long Chen," the Primal Chaos Dragon Sovereign's voice echoed in his mind, its deep, resonant tone laced with urgency.
Startled, Long Chen halted his sorting and sat up straight. "What is it?" he asked.
Without responding, the Dragon Sovereign transmitted a series of mysterious jewelry runes to Long Chen. They shimmered in his mind like celestial inscriptions, each carrying an ancient and profound aura.
Long Chen's brows furrowed. "What are these runes for?"
Instead of answering directly, the Primal Chaos Dragon Sovereign guided him toward a stone slab resting in a secluded corner of the space. The slab was enormous, covered in faint golden patterns that seemed to pulse with life. The inscriptions upon it exuded an ancient majesty that resonated with the very fabric of his dragon bloodline.
"Press your blood onto it and chant what is written," the Sovereign commanded.
Long Chen hesitated for only a moment before biting his fingertip, letting a single drop of Core Dragon Blood--which was formed when Long Chen refined the Dragon-Phoenix Egg, fall onto the slab.
Instantly, the inscriptions came to life, glowing fiercely as an invisible force enveloped him. The world around him shattered like glass, and he felt himself being pulled into another realm.
When Long Chen opened his eyes, he was no longer in the Primal Chaos Space. Instead, he found himself standing in a desolate battlefield, drenched in blood and surrounded by countless corpses.
At the center of the carnage stood a magnificent Azure Dragon, her scales gleaming like sapphires beneath the broken sky. Her body radiated a divine presence, yet her aura was tinged with exhaustion.
Before Long Chen's eyes, she shifted into human form—a stunning woman with cascading blue hair and eyes that shimmered like deep ocean waves. She stood atop a mound of demonic corpses, her delicate face displaying an exhilarated yet melancholic smile.
Her voice, filled with both triumph and sorrow, whispered, "We won… The Devil Race has been eradicated."
Long Chen's breath hitched as the scene played out like a living history book. He could feel the weight of countless sacrifices pressing down on his soul. This wasn't just a vision—it was a real moment from the past, one that had shaped the course of history.
But before she could even revel in her bittersweet victory, the atmosphere suddenly turned sinister.
The ground trembled, the sky darkened, and a new army emerged from the shadows—the Netherdragon Race.
Betrayal.
Long Chen's fists clenched as he watched the Sovereign Dragon Race warriors being ambushed. Their wounds were still fresh from their battle against the Devil Race, yet the traitorous Nether Dragons showed no mercy.
The Primal Chaos Dragon Sovereign, who was witnessing everything alongside Long Chen, let out a roar of rage and sorrow within his consciousness.
"Damn them! Those wretched traitors!" he bellowed.
But Long Chen knew that no matter how much he seethed, they were merely spectating a memory. Nothing could change what had already happened.
The battle was brutal. Though the Nether Dragon Race was eventually wiped out, the Sovereign Dragon Race had suffered irreversible losses. The once-proud warriors were reduced to nothing but corpses.
And then… time fast-forwarded.
Years passed.
The Azure Dragon, gravely wounded and barely clinging to life, was placed into forced hibernation by her remaining kin. The last surviving members of the Sovereign Dragon Race—all of them elders and warriors—gathered around her.
Each one ripped out a dragon scale from their own body, embedding their Core Dragon Runes into it. One by one, they sacrificed themselves, their lifeblood and power transferring into the scale, forming a protective cocoon around her.
Their voices, filled with hope and sorrow, echoed in the air.
"Sleep, our orincess you are bound to be the queen. One day, you will awaken again…"
Their bodies crumbled into pools of blood, leaving only the cocoon-like dragon egg, radiating an ominous yet divine aura.
And then, there was a lone figure—a child among them, the youngest of their kind. His trembling hands etched these final moments into the inscriptions, ensuring that their story would never be forgotten.
With one final, tearful glance at his sleeping queen, he offered his own Core Dragon Rune, collapsing alongside his fallen kin.
The 10,000 Dragon Nests, once the pride of that Sovereign Dragon Race Branch, crumbled into nothingness.
And then… silence.
The cocoon drifted through the Martial Heaven Continent, lost to the annals of time.
Long Chen's vision blurred, and he gasped, his body trembling as he was yanked back into the Primal Chaos Space. His breathing was ragged, his chest heaving as if he had personally experienced those events.
At first, the Dragon Sovereign seemed hesitant, as if still grappling with emotions buried deep within his soul. But then, he let out a deep sigh, the weight of billions of years of regret evident in his voice.
The Primal Chaos Dragon Sovereign was silent for a long moment before speaking, his voice heavy with grief and longing.
"Long Chen," he said at last, "that Azure Dragon… she is my Grand-daughter."
Long Chen's eyes widened in shock. "Your… grand-daughter?"
The Dragon Sovereign's voice trembled, filled with regret and fury. "I failed to protect my own blood. I watched as my descendants were slaughtered. I was powerless to stop it as the Primal Chaos Era ended and I wa-"
He suddenly stopped his words to not affect Long Chen with Karma.
Long Chen could feel the weight of his sorrow, the anger of a being who had once ruled over dragons, yet had been helpless against the cruel passage of time.
Then, the Sovereign turned to him with a burning gaze.
"Long Chen, if you can awaken her—No, if you can find her—then I will take you as my disciple."
Long Chen's heart pounded. The Primal Chaos Dragon Sovereign's Dsiciple...?
But that wasn't what truly mattered-- this allactually didn't exist in reality.
This wasn't about power or recognition. It was about righting an ancient wrong.
It was about rescuing a lost one--one who had been buried in the sands of time, waiting for someone to awaken her.
Long Chen met the Sovereign's gaze, his eyes blazing with determination.
"I swear, on my Soul" he vowed, "I will find her. No matter what it takes."
For a long moment, the Primal Chaos Dragon Sovereign remained silent, his gaze heavy as he studied Long Chen. The words he had spoken—his vow on his own Soul just find and awaken the lost Azure Dragon Sovereign—had shaken the ancient being to his core.
"You truly are an anomaly, Long Chen," he muttered. "In all my years, I have never seen someone so reckless, yet so determined."
Long Chen grinned, crossing his arms. "Hey, I'll take that as a compliment."
The Dragon Sovereign narrowed his eyes at him. "It wasn't one."
Despite his gruff tone, there was a hint of amusement behind his words.
The Dragon Sovereign let out a deep sigh, a hint of hope flickering in his ancient soul.
Still, the Sovereign couldn't ignore what he had seen.
Long Chen wasn't just some lucky brat who stumbled into power. He was a Nine Star Heir and an anomaly in the Nine Star Line and had proven himself time and time again, defying fate, defying logic—defying even the Heavens.
Well that is something that Dragon Sovereign learned from Long Chen's memory.
And then there was the Dragon Blood Legion.
The moment the Sovereign thought about those 30000 warriors, he felt a rare emotion—shock.
Not only had Long Chen but also his warriors had achieved something truly great—a feat that should have been impossible for mere kids not even in their twenties.
Dragon Sovereign let out a low chuckle—something unexpected from the ancient and feared Dragon Sovereign. It was a laugh laced with bitterness, amusement, and a sliver of admiration.
"You are reckless, annoying, and arrogant," he said gruffly. "But… perhaps, that is exactly what is needed to awaken a lost era."
Long Chen took this chance to lighten the mood.
"Hey, don't go getting all sentimental on me now. You're starting to sound like an old grandpa who's about to pass down his secret stash of treasures."
The Dragon Sovereign snorted. "Hmph. And you're like an annoying brat who never knows when to shut up."
Long Chen feigned hurt, clutching his chest. "Ouch. That really stings, old man."
The Dragon Sovereign sighed, rubbing his temples as if dealing with a headache.
"Why did fate give me such an insolent disciple…?"
Long Chen grinned. "You just called me your disciple."
The Sovereign froze.
A long silence followed.
"Tch." He clicked his tongue, looking away. "Don't get ahead of yourself, boy. You are still far too weak."
Long Chen rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I've heard that before. But don't worry—just give me a bit of time, and I'll be strong enough to even make you speechless."
The Dragon Sovereign let out a deep sigh, but this time, there was a trace of relief in his expression -- This brat… just what kind of existence is he? And what will he become?
For the first time in billions of years, the Sovereign of Chaos Dragons felt something he had nearly forgotten.
Hope.
To Be Continued...