mtl008 Chapter 303 Xuannv 168
Chapter 303 Xuannv 168
On this day, the entire world was truly shaken by a shock originating from the depths of one's bloodline.
The clouds above the nine heavens suddenly stopped, the waves within the four seas returned to silence, all spirits below the nine netherworlds hibernated, and the mountains, rivers, birds, and beasts of the mortal realm bowed their heads. Regardless of whether they were immortals, demons, gods, or monsters, regardless of their cultivation level, all living beings in the world heard that dragon's roar at the same moment.
His voice still carried a touch of childishness, clear and melodious like shattered jade, yet it was imbued with the unique aura of the ancient dragon race, piercing through clouds and splitting seas, traversing galaxies, and gently falling into the ears of every living being, thus becoming a divine voice powerful enough to awe the soul.
No one knows where this dragon's roar came from, except for the most secret sacred place in the Three Realms—Azure Sea and Spiritual Realm—which holds the answer to all of this.
The bellflowers bloomed profusely across the mountains and fields, their pale purple petals falling gently in the breeze onto the bluestone tea table, imbuing it with the delicate fragrance of tea. Mo Yuan, Yao Guang, Zhe Yan, and Dong Hua, with the gentle-looking Jiao Jiao leaning beside them, sat under the tree, the aroma of tea wafting from their fingertips, their gazes all fixed on the clear spiritual pool not far away.
The pool was shrouded in mist and swirling with spiritual energy. A small, golden dragon figure swayed its tail freely, its scales shimmering with tiny golden light in the sunlight. Though it had only recently taken human form, it already exuded the aura of a dragon sovereign who looked down upon all races. It was the very owner of the dragon roar that had just resounded throughout the eight wastelands.
Zheyan picked up the jade cup and took a sip. His peach blossom eyes curved as he looked at the little golden dragon frolicking in the spirit pool. His tone was full of admiration: "This little brat has the supreme bones of the dragon race. His talent is frighteningly high. He is indeed the most suitable to bear the dragon's might. A single soft cry can startle the four seas and eight wastelands. What will he be like in the future?"
Mo Yuan sat upright, his expression calm and composed. His gaze fell on the little golden dragon, and he rarely showed such appreciation for talent. He immediately spoke, his voice steady: "This child has excellent aptitude and a pure heart. If he receives proper guidance, he will surely become a pillar protecting the Three Realms in the future. How about I take him back to Kunlun Ruins and personally teach him cultivation techniques and principles?"
Yao Guang nodded slightly and agreed, saying, "Kunlun Ruins has ancient formations and scriptures, which will greatly benefit his cultivation. Mo Yuan's teachings are the safest option."
As soon as the two finished speaking, Donghua lightly tapped the tea table with his fingertips. His dark robes brushed against the petals of the Buddha bell, and a faint aura of power emanated from him. His tone left no room for argument, directly extinguishing their thoughts: "No need to trouble yourself."
He glanced at Jiaojiao, who was smiling beside him, and when his gaze returned to the little golden dragon in the spirit pool, his usual aloofness and indifference were replaced by a unique protectiveness: "Jiaojiao and I will personally teach him, and none of you should even think about messing with him."
The bellflowers fell again, and the little golden dragon in the spirit pool seemed to have heard the conversation. It suddenly swung its tail, splashing a string of water, and raised its head to let out another childish yet majestic dragon roar, which echoed leisurely in the blue sea and spirit.
The rain of Buddha bell flowers gently fell, and wisps of steam rose from the tea table. After the protective words had just been spoken, Donghua's unyielding aura softened slightly, but his gaze remained fixed on the little golden dragon churning in the spirit pool, a gentleness hidden in his eyes that even he himself did not notice.
Zheyan clapped his hands and chuckled, glancing at Donghua while fanning himself with his folding fan. He said in a teasing tone, "Look at how protective you are of your child. The usually cold and aloof Emperor Donghua has now become a father guarding a young dragon. Since you said you would personally teach him, you should at least give this little brat a proper name, right? You can't just keep calling him Little Golden Dragon."
Mo Yuan nodded slightly, a touch of gentleness appearing in the God of War's eyes: "The matter of naming must be taken seriously. This dragon is of pure blood from ancient times. Its roar can shake the eight wastelands. Its destiny is precious and must be worthy of its bloodline and spirit."
Yao Guang lightly twirled a strand of hair at her temple with her fingertips, gazing at the gilded figure in the spirit pool, and said softly, "Born of the Azure Sea and the Spiritual Essence, inheriting the spiritual essence of heaven and earth, and possessing the majesty of the Dragon Lord, why not choose a word from the meaning of heaven and earth, spiritual essence, and the Dragon Lord?"
Jiaojiao nestled beside Donghua, her eyes gentle and tender. She pointed lightly at the Spirit Pool and said, “He was born with the spiritual energy of heaven, his scales are like gilded stars, his cry resounds throughout the eight wastelands, and he is also lively and adorable. Why not give him a gentle yet domineering name?”
Donghua lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, a glint of light flashing in his dark eyes. He looked up towards the four seas and eight wastelands, then looked back at the little golden dragon, and spoke steadily, word by word: "He was born in the Azure Sea and the Azure Spirit, inheriting the light of heaven and the dragon's energy. His dragon roar can settle the eight wastelands. What about Jingchen? Jing means the sun shines everywhere and his might shakes the eight wastelands; Chen means the emperor star, the dragon resides in the Chen pole, which matches his destiny as the supreme ruler of the dragon clan."
Zheyan's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh and laughed, "Jingchen, Jingchen! What a great name! It has the brilliance of the heavens and the supreme dignity of the emperor. It matches his bloodline and echoes the dragon's roar that shook the eight wastelands. It couldn't be more fitting!"
Mo Yuan nodded in approval: "Jing Chen, dignified and composed, matches one's destiny, this name is excellent."
Yao Guang smiled and nodded: "Jing Chen, easy to pronounce, naturally noble, truly deserving of the title."
With a smile, Jiaojiao reached out and gently called, "Jingchen, little Jingchen."
The little golden dragon in the spirit pool seemed to understand its name. It suddenly leaped out of the water, its small body stretching out, its gilded scales reflecting the pale purple of the Buddha's bell flowers. It raised its head and let out another clear dragon roar, its voice full of joy.
Donghua gently waved his hand, and a warm, immortal power enveloped Xiao Jingchen, lifting him steadily in front of him. His fingertips lightly touched Xiao Jingchen's dragon scales, and his tone was gentler than ever before: "From now on, you will be called Jingchen."
The bellflowers fell softly, landing on the little golden dragon's scales and on the smiling faces of the group.