A Dragon against the Whole World

"Why do you care so much about this life level?"

Deborah quietly mumbled in her heart, but dared not show it on the surface.

Under the stern gaze of the Silver Dragon Father, she wisely chose to remain silent, slightly bowing her head, her eyes focused on her forepaw covered in silver scales, posing as if she was attentively listening, occasionally nodding in agreement, as if she had deeply engraved her father’s every admonition into her heart.

Seeing Deborah’s attitude, Silver Dragon Adri chose to let it go and did not continue with a long-winded reprimand.

After a moment, he slowly stopped talking and turned his gaze back to Galos.

The sternness in his eyes was immediately replaced by warmth and appreciation.

"Compared to dragons like you who grow by battling in the wilds, the young Metal Dragons are indeed protected too well."

Adri’s voice was full of sentiment: "The path of their growth is smooth, encountering little true danger and life-and-death trials, lacking the necessary tempering."

"Perhaps, in an era of peace and stability, this might not be of consequence, but in today’s turbulent times..."

At this point, the Silver Dragon slightly shook his head, did not continue, and simply let out a faint sigh, falling silent.

Galos, deep in thought, keenly captured the underlying meaning in the Silver Dragon’s words and smoothly asked, "I heard the Metal Dragon Domain had been sealed for decades, said to be the whole race supporting the Twenty-four-winged Golden Dragon King in reaching the Immortal Realm."

"Now that the Dragon Domain is unsealed, what is the final result?"

In his heart, he had some vague guesses, but no certainty, and perhaps the robust Metal Dragon before him could provide an answer.

"The result... remains undecided, but it’s likely not optimistic."

Adri said slowly, his voice lowered a few notches: "The older, stronger Giant Dragons merely announced the unsealing of the Dragon Domain to the outside; there was no clear statement about the specific situation of the Golden Dragon King."

Sometimes, silence itself is an expression of attitude.

Upon hearing the Silver Dragon’s answer full of implied meaning, Galos felt a slight sinking in his heart.

"I hope it’s only a failure in reaching the new realm, and that the Golden Dragon King himself is well, able to maintain his previous state."

Galos said softly.

This might be the best possibility under the current circumstances.

Hearing this, Silver Dragon Adri showed a hint of surprise in his eyes and said, "Oh? It sounds like you rather hope for the Golden Dragon King’s wellbeing?"

He originally thought that Galos, being a Red Iron Dragon striving to survive in the wilds with little connection to the Metal Dragon Race, would have a more indifferent attitude towards this matter.

Galos nodded slightly, his gaze calmly directed to the distant sky, and said, "Of course."

"Metal Dragons, Five-Colored Dragons, Iron Dragons... No matter how complex our internal relationships are, whether in conflict or peace, we ultimately belong to the Dragon Race."

"The rise and fall of one is the rise and fall of all, it’s a very simple truth."

The presence or absence of the Golden Dragon King seems to have no direct connection to the fate of individual Evil Dragons.

But regardless.

If a Dragon King, symbolizing the top-tier strength of the Dragon Race, were to fall silently, all Dragon Races on the entire Bernardo Planet would inevitably be affected, whether overtly or covertly, with differences only in the depth and degree of influence.

Adri took another look at Galos, deeply.

This Red Iron Dragon, subjected to the world’s prejudice and malice since childhood, struggling for survival, now still possesses such foresight and magnanimity beyond his own stance! Truly deserving of my increasing admiration as a junior.

"If all members up and down our Dragon Race could have such foresight and magnanimity as you, Galos, then perhaps our Dragon Race could still stand atop the world to this day, overlooking all beings."

The Silver Dragon said with genuine sentiment, in a tone carrying a trace of reminiscence of the glorious past.

The innate pride of the Giant Dragons is not without reason.

In the distant, ancient era termed the "First Epoch" by the Dragon Race, the Giant Dragons were the uncontested sole overlords of numerous planes and countless worlds, their shadows enveloping the endless sky, their claws ruling over the vast lands and deep oceans.

In that era.

The powerful Giants were the master craftsmen building grand palaces and cities for the Dragon Race, also serving as servants in battles; the graceful Elves were offering beautiful dance and art, or kept as cherished pets; while the humans now spread across the world were at the time merely insignificant beings, relying on more powerful races to survive.

Almost all the intelligent races needed to rely on the breath of the Giant Dragons to exist.

However, times change.

Today’s humans, Giants, Elves... their overall strength has already caught up to the Dragon Race.

Although the Dragon Race remains strong, an existence no force can overlook, compared to the pinnacle period of the First Epoch when they stood unrivaled, their glory is no longer, and the disparity is significant.

Galos’s inherited memory contains this tumultuous history.

He also understands why the Dragon Race fell from the throne of domination.

The collapse of a mighty empire often begins with internal fissures.

The Dragon Race’s rule in the First Epoch could not escape this fate either.

Due to the lack of sufficiently strong external threats, the friction and conflict among different Dragon Race branches, due to differences in nature and ideology, grew day by day, with Giant Dragons worshipping different Dragon Gods and belonging to different camps gradually becoming irreconcilable.