Chapter 173: Na'er — Gu Yue, My Wisdom Now Surpasses Yours!
"What are you plotting this time?"
Na'er eyed Jiang Chen warily. Every encounter with him spelled trouble.
He was a master liar, and somehow, she always ended up falling for it.
"How can you look at me like that? Haven't I treated you well enough?"
Jiang Chen sighed dramatically, hurt flashing across his face. He truly had cared for Na'er, protecting her like the most precious treasure in the world.
At times, he was dangerously close to being a lovesick fool. Thankfully, not quite there—yet.
"Hmph."
Na'er crossed her arms, saying nothing.
"Come on," Jiang Chen said, smiling slyly. "I'll show you something good."
"What could possibly be better than that artifact?"
Na'er frowned. What else could rival what Gu Yue had already taken?
"Oh, there's something," he said with a grin.
Deep within the Dragon Valley lay another treasure—one even Gu Yue had failed to detect, a relic buried so deeply that it eluded her entirely.
But Jiang Chen had a plan.
"That is…"
He raised his hand and called out, "Second Soul Skill—Evil God Transformation!"
A surge of energy burst forth as the purest blood of the Evil God coursed through him.
As a former enemy of the dragons, to ignite such power within their sacred burial ground was guaranteed to provoke the rage of all dragon souls.
After all, the fallen dragons only knew betrayal—that humanity had destroyed them.
The wrath of the Dragon Tomb answered his call.
"ROAR!"
Thunderous, echoing dragon roars erupted one after another, shaking the heavens.
Every dragon soul's eyes turned crimson. They had sensed it—the hated bloodline.
"ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!"
Wings unfurled like dark clouds across the skies. Thousands of draconic phantoms surged upward, their cries igniting the tomb in chaos.
Even the once-silent dragon clouds condensed, spiraling violently as Jiang Chen stood amid the storm, feeling the sheer fury of the spirits around him.
"Alright… maybe I overdid it a little," he muttered, lips twitching.
From his back, two vast black wings pulsed with purple light, blotting out the sky.
He hovered above the Dragon Tomb, unshaken.
"But you came at just the right time."
He drove both the Silver Dragon Spear and the Golden Dragon Spear into the ground, their energies intertwining, draining power directly from the depths of the Dragon Tomb.
"Let's see how you like that," he murmured, eyes alight.
"Become part of my divine realm!"
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the valley—
Long Yue and the Shrek group had been progressing deeper when a deafening roar made the ground tremble. The dragon souls they'd been cautiously dealing with suddenly erupted into frenzy, as if something had terrified or enraged them.
"Hey—what the heck?! Did someone blow up the valley? Every dragon's gone berserk!"
Above them, the skies went dark with countless flying silhouettes. Even on the ground, hulking earth dragons stampeded wildly.
The team stood dumbstruck.
"Move! Something huge is happening ahead!"
Elsewhere, Gu Yue felt the reverberation across the entire Dragon Tomb. Her body stiffened as she sensed both fury and panic spreading through the souls. Then she caught sight of twin spears—one gold, one silver—draining the land's essence.
A vein throbbed at her temple.
Suppressing the urge to scream, she shut off her spiritual perception of Jiang Chen altogether.
If the Tomb killed him, he'd have no one to blame but himself.
Truly, his audacity knew no bounds.
But Jiang Chen was fully confident.
"Dragon God Simulation!"
Through the twin dragon spears, he mimicked the faintest trace of the Dragon God's aura.
For ordinary beings, it would have been imperceptible—a speck of dust.
But to dragons, even that dust carried the weight of absolute hierarchy.
A dragon sensed that aura and bowed. It was instinct—unquestionable, eternal.
An invisible current swept through the tomb, zipping in spirals of power.
The dragons' restless flight stilled; the translucent phantoms began to solidify.
"Their bodies… they're reforming," Jiang Chen murmured. "These dragon souls are absorbing that aura—making themselves tangible again!"
And only one relic could cause such a reaction.
"The super divine artifact… the Dragon Ascending Pillar!"
He looked down toward Na'er, still frozen in shock.
"Well? Don't just stand there!" he shouted. "Can't you feel it?!"
Na'er's heart pounded wildly.
"What is happening here?!"
But her instincts took over. Her body trembled, then released a low, clear dragon's cry.
Her form blurred, vanishing in a streak of silver light as she flew toward the call.
Through clouds and mist, the source revealed itself—a towering golden pillar, stretching straight into the heavens, surrounded by a dim, concealing barrier.
"The Dragon… Ascending Pillar…" she breathed.
The moment she approached, ancient knowledge flooded her mind.
Forged by the Dragon God's own hand, it was one of the dragon clan's ultimate treasures.
It stabilized dragon souls, aided divine breakthroughs, preserved bloodline purity, and condensed divinity itself.
With it, any dragon's ascension was inevitable.
For Na'er, what mattered was not the pillar's blessings but the power it contained—the Dragon God's energy, its concentrated bloodline essence.
Though she wasn't born with the Dragon God's blood, when her hands touched the pillar, it responded to her.
A bright silver light burst forth, flowing into her body as ancient voices whispered fragments of memory.
She wasn't receiving the Dragon God's memories—but those of the entire dragon race.
For within this artifact resided the essence of all dragons' bloodlines—countless inherited memories passed down through generations, none belonging to the Silver Dragon King.
Because the Silver Dragon had never been an independent species, it wasn't part of those records.
Yet the pillar, sensing the Silver Dragon's divine resonance, chose to open every archive it contained.
Knowledge poured endlessly into Na'er's mind—millennia of history, evolution, and wisdom.
In that instant, she understood everything, from the rise to the fall of dragonkind.
Something Gu Yue herself did not know.
Her eyes snapped open—once clear and soft, now deep with ancient knowing, like she'd lived through all the ages of draconic history.
Her voice rang out, calm but powerful.
"Gu Yue," she whispered with newfound strength, "my wisdom now surpasses yours."
(END CHAPTER)
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