Even after contracting the Mercury Serpent with my 7th Soul Pact, my 4th and 6th Soul Pacts are currently vacant. Even if the 4th Soul Pact can't be newly signed due to Augutina's anomaly, it wouldn't be a big deal for the Holy Chalice to relinquish its position as the 6th Soul Pact.
As for assisting in bearing the madness and pollution brought by the Fallen Sun— Sorry, but as a master of the Illusion Technique, I've always been the one to tackle frenzied tailed beasts head-on.
The giant gold dragon nodded swiftly after receiving Shiayar's response.
Red Gold flames fiercely erupted around the body of the giant gold dragon. The murky blackness faded away, replaced by the Fabled Creature form of the giant gold dragon. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs NovєlFіre.net
The giant gold dragon was burning its very last source of life. It didn't demand Shiayar first complete the contract or fulfill the duties of the transaction, nor had any means to oversee the completion of the transaction been proposed.
The giant gold dragon knew all too well that against Shiayar, who had easily subdued it and then woken it from its semi-madness, it had no right to bargain. This young human with black hair and black eyes was the one leading this transaction—
And the only thing it could do was to try its utmost to show its sincerity.
Amidst those fiercely burning, scorching flames, the desolate and dark world, as well as the barren and ruined Ancient Dragon Royal Court, also sounded a thunderous echo. It was the response of the broken Royal Court ruins to the last wish of the former heir to the throne, who was now considered a sinner of the Dragon Race.
In that instant, Shiayar beheld the phantom of a gigantic ancient tree quietly appearing above this desolate secondary plane. Then, a connection that transcended time and space, faint yet tangible, spread out from the phantom of the World Tree.
Eventually, it reached somewhere in this world.
The dense and lush leaves unfurled. Shiayar saw a leaf from the gigantic phantom of the World Tree slowly falling.
A drop of pale gold liquid was gradually rolling off that leaf.
In an instant, the pale golden drop transformed from a phantom to reality. It fell upon Shiayar's forehead.
He felt a cool sensation between his brows.
And in the moment the drop of World Tree sap fell, Shiayar felt it within his sea of spiritual power—the dim Sea of Stars, formed by the thousands of Sands of Time, twinkled at once, bursting forth with dazzling starlight.
Shiayar's spiritual power had been nearly stable after ten years of arduous cultivation in the Garden of Eden, not having made great strides in a long time. At this moment, however, it seemed to have increased slightly.
The increase in spiritual power wasn't significant, but given the current volume of my spiritual sea, such an enhancement could already be considered astonishing... If it were just a matter of simple meditation, this improvement would have been equivalent to a year of arduous cultivation.
Simultaneously, Shiayar also felt a vague coordinate and connection, along with the droplet of pale gold liquid, etch itself into his mind.
That was the guidance to the coordinates of the Lost Island, where the advanced Elves resided, as promised by the giant gold dragon.
"Originally, the 'Blessing of the World Tree' was enough to raise an ancient dragon's race potential by one rank upon joining the Royal Court."
"However, with the current residual power of the World Tree's branches, this is all it can do now."
The voice of the giant gold dragon was much fainter.
Around it, the burning Red Gold flames gradually dimmed, and the sheen of its golden dragon scales dulled as well.
Given its body, corrupted for a thousand years and now so decrepit, burning its life essence also signified imminent death.
Nevertheless, the giant gold dragon was still looking at Shiayar.
The light in its golden dragon eyes was fading bit by bit.
"I only hope Your Highness will keep the promise.
"So the King's child will not follow in our footsteps—
"And that they may grow up healthy.
"Then, walk in a free and bright world."
Its voice was nearing nothingness.
The life force was withdrawing from this once incomparably powerful ancient dragon's body, as it fell into pure, deathly silence.
The fire of life in its eyes was also gradually snuffed out.
But in the next moment, the giant gold dragon suddenly widened its eyes.
It saw the black-haired, black-eyed youth crouch down gently.
Then, he placed his hand upon the desolate ruins of the Royal Court.
Illusory light scattered and then diffused.
In that mercury-hued light, the giant gold dragon once more saw before it the vibrant Ancient Dragon Royal Court.
In the bright sunlight, members of its race were coming and going.
Green Dragons nestled in valleys carpeted with lush greenery, cultivating beautiful seas of flowers, while Imaginary Dragons spiraled overhead, weaving beautiful or sorrowful dreams for all creatures on the land.
There were also ancient dragons in human form playing seven-string zithers and bone flutes, cheering on the duels among Metallic Dragons.
Lavish feasts could be found everywhere. A mountain of Gold Coins, endless and inexhaustible, was piled up in the treasury.
And the Ancient Dragon King was seated high on his Throne, peacefully surveying everything within the Royal Court.
The giant gold dragon murmured softly.
Its flesh quickly faded.
Turning into pale gold specks of light, they dissipated into the gradually vanishing phantom of the World Tree.