Noah saw his adoptive mother leaving with a proud and carefree expression and couldn’t help but let out a long sigh,
"If only I could master the Great Summoning Technique!"
Though he said this, Noah really had no idea how he could master this Great Summoning Technique. His Angel Companion Ophelia did know the same technique, but he couldn’t learn it himself.
If he dared to seek out Blazing Sky Old Deng, that Old Deng would spare him if he didn’t strike him with a sword. As for seeking out a Hell Lord, truth be told, Noah currently had no idea how to contact one.
"It seems I can’t master the Great Summoning Technique, but I should be able to allow someone else to master it."
Noah contemplated briefly. If he established himself in the Material Realm, there seemed to be no need for him to train in the Great Summoning Technique,
"However, I could practice the Lesser Summoning Technique."
As for the target for training the Lesser Summoning Technique, wasn’t it obvious? As the saying goes, strike while the iron is hot. Uh, it should be a friend from afar, and the Beast King would be pleased to no end,
"At least it would take about twenty years to heal his injuries, tsk, our recently allied agreement’s partner being wounded to such a degree. It would be against the ways of the Golden Dragon Clan not to pay a visit."
Noah looked around, then lowered his gaze to the Dragon Couch beneath him. He reached out a Dragon Claw and pried off a piece of Dragon Crystal that had grown from being nurtured by his aura along the edge of the bed.
"Hmm, it’s a bit much."
Seeing the Crystal Arrowhead in the Dragon Claw, about the size of one of his Dragon fingers, Noah pried off a smaller piece. He looked at this Dragon Crystal, roughly the size of his fingernail tip, and nodded in satisfaction,
Then, carrying this bit of Dragon Crystal fragment, Noah traversed space and arrived on the Helan Continent.
This arrival was just like the last time; Noah did not conceal his coming. His arrival was like a whale crashing into an aquarium, causing ripples and disturbances that any Legendary creatures on the same Material Plane could feel.
After arriving, Noah did not plan to head towards Grom to take a look; he went straight towards the northwest section of the Helan Continent.
As Noah, the Ancestor Dragon, exhibited his power without restraint, and proceeded with a clear target towards the location of the gravely injured Beast King, it immediately stirred countless Legends.
At that moment, in areas of the Continent previously engulfed in flames, many Beastman Tribe leaders who were leading armed forces to conquer humanoid kingdoms looked uncertainly in the direction Noah was advancing.
"That’s the Beast King’s main tent!"
"Should we withdraw troops to rescue?"
"The Beast King doesn’t need our aid. Continue the attack; victory is the best tribute to His Majesty the Beast King!"
Even sensing something amiss, many Beastman Tribes dispersed across the Continent, initiating a large-scale attack on humanoid nations, did not choose to fall back.
On one hand, they believed in the power of the Beast King, while on the other, they sensed the danger contained within that aura. Not to mention whether they’d be able to stop it if they went up; even if they returned, they wouldn’t make it in time, so it was best to just watch without worry.
"Lord Noah, what do you intend?"
As the vegetation on the land grew sparse, the earth appeared more desolate, vast mountains and endless wastelands emerged into view, and the ground suddenly trembled. A face complete with features and capable of showing an aged demeanor appeared on the earth. Mountains served as brows, the basin as a mouth, and vast lakes formed the eyes staring at Noah.
Originally spreading his wings and soaring swiftly through the air, Noah suddenly felt his body become heavy, with the Earth’s gravity he was subjected to increasing more than a hundredfold at that moment.
The gravity changed so drastically in an instant. Don’t mention ordinary beings, even the Golden Extreme Intent would fall underground, crushed by their own power, gravely wounded, and on the brink of death.
"Old Priest, I heard your Beast King has suffered some minor injuries, so I came specifically to visit."
Even feeling the enormous pull of gravity from the Earth’s center, Noah still hovered above the Sky Dome without the slightest effect, as it was not only this old Beastman who possessed Domain Power.
"Your Highness Noah’s intelligence is really keen!"
The robust and burly old Beastman holding a wooden staff appeared among the mountains, looked up at the Golden Dragon coiled in the air, his brow and eyes stern,
"A visit is unnecessary. Grom is quite irritable right now and doesn’t want to see any visitors."
"Irritable? No problem. Indeed, my forte is helping others soothe emotions. Let me have a look, perhaps I can help the Beast King recover, which will facilitate healing."
Noah said with a chuckle, for he was quite eager to know what the appearance of the Beast King was after being struck by his adoptive mother’s Great Summoning Technique.
It should be known that in his confrontations with the Beast King, neither gained any advantage, of course, nor did the opponent benefit much from him.
Theoretically speaking, a Demigod in the Material Realm is an almost invincible presence. Even Divine beings must spend considerable effort to recruit them and would not choose opposition without necessity, as Demigods are different from Ascenders.
"Grom is now in a recovery state, not suitable for visitors. We ask Your Excellency Noah for some understanding."
"I specifically brought a gift with me. To turn me away halfway is not quite appropriate. No civilization or race has such etiquette rules."
Although the old Beastman kept declining and was unwilling for him to meet the Beast King, Noah was adamant, he simply had to see for himself.