"Is there really no way?"
Noah heard the Dragon God’s slightly mocking tone and pretended not to hear it, continuing to ask.
"If you are asking me how a Hell Lord can escape Hell, I have no suggestions to offer. If you discover a similar method, please let me know. I am willing to reward you with my endless collection accumulated over the ages."
Tamara’s tone at this moment was not as friendly as it was when she first arrived. After all, Noah’s request seemed utterly ridiculous from the Dragon God’s perspective, somewhat neglecting practical circumstances.
"If not, then forget it. How about resolving the second will?"
Noah decided to aim for a less ambitious goal.
"Aren’t you aware of the reason for the birth of the second will? Do you think there’s a way to eradicate it?"
"How about suppressing and sealing then?"
Noah was still unwilling to give up. In truth, he wasn’t expecting the Dragon God to directly intervene but hoped the Dragon God could provide a solution unknown to him, the Ancestor Dragon. The Dragon God had existed for such a long time and might have encountered similar situations.
"A sealing technique that can effectively act on a Hell Lord’s soul, and only seal part of the soul—it is incredibly challenging. Even if successful, it would only be delaying the inevitable."
"Delaying is good enough."
Noah’s spirits lifted.
Though sealing techniques cannot fundamentally solve the problem and seem somewhat irresponsible by passing the burden to future generations, sometimes relying on the wisdom of successors isn’t a bad option either. The predicament faced now may become trivial in the eyes of posterity after time has worn it down.
Of course, Noah wasn’t exactly tossing the trouble to future generations; he intended to leave this problem for his future self to handle. He was grappling with such issues that left him helpless, only able to seek aid from others desperately, hoping for a shred of advice without expecting direct assistance.
After all, it’s Hell; being a Divine, why would he traverse such a foul land of fallen nature? Only the Dragon King could navigate there freely, unbound by regional restrictions.
But the problem is, Noah couldn’t reach the Dragon King. If he could summon the Dragon King who forged the stars, the issues might be resolved effortlessly, but he couldn’t summon them.
Thus, Noah’s proposed solution was waiting until he ascended to become a Dragon King.
The Golden Tree’s limit extends far beyond supporting him to be an Ancestor Dragon. Even after becoming an Ancestor Dragon, the upper limit of his bloodline continued to stretch upward, showing potential.
Therefore, Noah deduced that the Golden Tree could support him in becoming a Dragon King. So deferring the problem to the future was the best option for him.
"I have three kinds of sealing techniques for a Hell Lord’s soul, but you can’t know them."
Indeed, as a Life Dragon God, whose seniority rivals the Platinum Dragon God, the words spoken were deeply surprising, yet equally unexpected for Noah.
Noah asked in confusion.
"Although Bahamut is no longer here, I don’t wish to harm His descendants, causing them to fall into Hell."
Tamara cast a glance at Selena, who had been listening for quite some time,
"If you wish to know, I can tell you, but in exchange, you must swear an oath to me not to reveal a single word of the sealing techniques to Bahamut’s descendants, nor seek their assistance to lead them to Hell."
Upon hearing the Dragon God’s request, Selena agreed almost without hesitation. Finding a solution from the Dragon God, even if only a temporary measure, was quite a relief.
Thus, under the gaze of the Silver Dragon and the Legendary Mage, Noah, as the initiator and leader of the summoning ceremony, could only dejectedly leave his palace.
It wasn’t that he felt belittled by the Dragon God; he could sense the care extended towards him, responding to his summons was the best proof—the Dragon God could simply ignore him.
He only realized how lacking his power was now. Limited within the Material Realm, even without maturing, he could still assert dominance.
But once the rules restricting Deities above the Material Realm are surpassed, his power is so weak; even knowing something happened to his kin, he could only rely on their blood connection to seek help from a Dragon God he hadn’t previously contacted—this was purely gambling on luck, praying the Dragon God was kind enough.
The highest status in the Dragon Clan’s bloodline hierarchy, Noah was very close to as an Ancestor Dragon. But the remaining distance seemed small yet was so unreachable—countless Ancestor Dragons spent a lifetime unable to cross over, even if they became Dragons that roamed the Void, unable to touch the authority of the Dragon King.
"They couldn’t, but I definitely can."
Noah didn’t wait long outside the palace. Soon, his adoptive mother Selena’s silhouette appeared in Noah’s golden eyes. The despair and dejection previously evident on her face had diminished significantly, leaving a calm demeanor. Upon seeing Noah, a smile even crossed her face.
"Noah, I really owe it to you this time; otherwise, I wouldn’t know what to do."
Noah stretched his neck, peering into his palace. The summoning ritual he had inscribed had been completely destroyed. As a consequence, the palace floor was ruined, and furthermore, much of the spirituality imbued in this palace had also been nearly depleted.