The Strongest Dragon in the Era of Beast Taming

Previously, Lornaa had not thought much about it and considered the matter of David Jones taking on disciples as an accident.

Now, upon deeper contemplation, she surmised that the reason David Jones accepted Rossetti as his disciple was probably to unravel the mysteries behind the fracture of the Aries’s horns, and to subsequently conquer the horn repair—a feat that, apart from the Saint of Healers, no one else could accomplish.

Lornaa subconsciously looked at Theodore, feeling even more that the imperial sister, the reigning empress, had been somewhat inconsiderate in her decree to demote David Jones’s title from prince to duke.

As Lornaa pondered how to inform about the demotion of the noble title, news that David Jones and the Prince were setting out from Silver-Abyssal City to the imperial capital began to spread rapidly towards Spring Mansion and even Rillfort Mansion, capturing the attention of many interested parties.

…

In the afternoon, at the God Dedicated Hall.

A top-secret message from Rillfort Mansion jolted Umbral awake from its long slumber—a formidable Giant Dragon.

Ghost Hunter Guilt and Blood Temple had collaborated in a treacherous plot to assassinate the Earth Demon Guards sent to quell the rebellion in Rillfort Mansion, seizing territories from Paulownia County, Bountyblood County, and Upfrost County. They unsheathed their slaughter blades, massacring all the nobles and citizens with significant strength, intending to summon the Ghost Deity [Unborn Void God] that the Blood Temple had always worshipped through a blood sacrifice using the blood of the powerful.

Joan slammed the report on the dragon desk, “What a Blood Sanctum Clan!”

The moment her words ended, the enormous God Dedicated Hall fell into an eerie silence. Not a single court official dared to speak, as if they feared attracting the attention of the empress or the Blood Sanctum Clan.

Joan swept her gaze across the entire hall, her eyes hidden by the God Reaching Crown filled with murderous intent.

What a joke, as if Ghost Hunter Guilt and the Blood Temple could possibly annihilate the Earth Demon Guards she’d sent to suppress the rebellion.

Numerous squads of Earth Demon Guards, combined under the command of their Commander and bolstering the military formations, allied with the strength of the Guardian of the Dragon God’s Totem on the military flag, could muster a force strong enough to make any Ghost Immortal retreat three feet.

Even if the Ghost Hunter Guilt Master and the Blood God Palace Lord joined forces, with all their underlings emerging in full force, it would be difficult to completely seal off news while eradicating the Earth Demon Guards.

Within Rillfort Mansion, only the Blood Sanctum Clan could accomplish such a feat, and that was the real reason for Joan’s furious rage.

She was even aware that beneath the serious faces of the courtiers below, an unknown number were closely linked to the Blood Sanctum Clan.

“Wait, it’s too coincidental. Three counties of Rillfort Mansion have fallen, cutting off Spring Mansion from the imperial city. Their target is definitely not just the Avatar of the Unborn Void God!”

With a glint in her eyes, Joan – amidst the astonished looks of the courtiers – dispatched two famed and powerful generals of the Heaven Ghost and the Heaven Dragon.

With these two Ghost Immortal powerhouses leading the way, quelling the Blood Sacrifice Incarnate of the Unborn Void God would be no issue, let alone applying further pressure on the Blood Sanctum Clan.

…

Silver-Abyssal City was a great distance from Umbral’s imperial city, fraught with peril at every turn, and even ordinary Ghost Kings faced the risk of demise.

However, the dragon carriage that David Jones rode in was extraordinary – the leading Giant Dragon that carried the luxurious carriage was at the apex Cultivation of a Ghost King.

Not to mention that alongside the dragon carriage were four squads of formidable Earth Demon Guards; the collective might of such a group was enough to make the Beasts along the way retreat, so much so that David Jones’s plan to hone his Pet’s combat skills was thwarted before it could even begin.

“Something’s amiss!”

Two days later, David Jones, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, drawing the gaze of Theodore and Lornaa.

“Master, what’s happened?”

Upon seeing David Jones’s somewhat uneasy expression, Lornaa was puzzled and even subconsciously summoned Lynn to inquire.

Lynn hesitated for a moment before respectfully saying, “Your Highness, we have half an hour left before reaching Bountyblood County, and there should be no issues.”

No sooner had the words left her mouth than David Jones’s voice arose abruptly, “Lynn, the Commander, command the convoy to stop and retreat quickly.”

Lynn instinctively looked at Lornaa, and seeing her nod, had no choice but to raise her right hand to signal the Earth Demon Guards to stop moving forward.

“I have a bad premonition. Is there another road to the imperial city other than this one?”

David Jones touched the scarf around his neck (Daphne), his expression extremely solemn.

As he was immersed in his cultivation, a sudden warning from Loona echoed in his ears.

“Baa!”

(No further progress must be made, a great calamity is about to strike, it is the avatar of the void, and also the harbinger of death.

To approach is misfortune, to encounter is despair, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood as offerings, the azure sky will succumb to breeding disasters.

All shall be annihilated into the void, whereupon the dragon that spans the heavens will offer flames, lighting the path forward through the void!)

Hearing Loona’s prophetic words, David’s heart suddenly sank.

“Loona, always speaking in half-truths, when did you learn this knack for mystery? Can’t you speak in plain language?”

Loona, transformed into a scarf around David’s shoulder, stirred slightly.

“Baa!” (What do you mean, speak human language? That is what I saw in the vision using Primordial End, and the inscriptions; I just replaced a few words I couldn’t pronounce, but the meaning is essentially the same!)

“Can we avoid it?” David asked, frowning slightly.

“Baa.” (We should be able to, I guess.)

Loona’s voice sounded somewhat uncertain.

In that hellish nightmare of a vision, it did not see the death of David nor any of their companions; they should be able to avoid this calamity successfully.

However, the fragments of the vision seen through Primordial End were very blurry, and occasionally they included a sort of prophetic summary, so even Loona, as the caster of the skill, was sometimes quite puzzled.

On the other hand, hearing David’s suggestion to take a detour, Lornaa felt slightly tempted.

Though she hated to admit it, she could always see her teacher’s figure in David.

Both of noble blood, yet born to ordinary circumstances.

In the field of healing, they both created new paths with wisdom beyond the grasp of ordinary people and achieved extraordinary feats.

Despite the fact that Lornaa was an Imperial Healer, in her conversations with David, she would always end up playing the role of an apprentice.

After every conversation, Lornaa gained immense insights, her mind inspired, and she could even faintly discern what she needed to refine to reach beyond the level of an Imperial Healer to the majestic heights of the Imperial Level.

Therefore, since taking a detour would mean more time to seek David’s advice, Lornaa naturally would not miss this rare opportunity.

“Following the gentleman’s lead, let the convoy take a detour; rerouting to the royal city won’t waste much time,” Lornaa said softly.

Lynn Lindwood: “???”

If they were to take another route, not passing through the nearest Bountyblood County but instead traveling around the dangerous mountain ranges on the edge of Rillfort Mansion, what should be a one-month journey would probably be delayed to a month and a half. How was that not a waste of time?

But there was no other choice. Lornaa was of noble status and determined in her ways, so Lynn Lindwood could only nod in agreement and exit the carriage.

Hearing this, David Jones exhaled a breath of turbid air and turned to look at the azure sky outside the window.

Fortunately, this time, his teammates were persuadable and not stubbornly foolhardy, otherwise David truly considered alighting and heading to the royal city by himself.

After all, a wise man does not stand under a collapsing wall.

However, the next second, to David’s incredulity, the distant sky suddenly darkened, a great expanse of highly polluted magic, warping both time and space, obscured all sight in an instant.

At this moment, darkness fell!