Dragon Heaven Technique

Angus’s plan was proceeding rather smoothly. Most of the remaining resources on Earth had been taken by him to craft spatial rings—an astronomical number of them would be needed to empty the seas within ten days, as Haiteng Kong had demanded.

Angus made no effort to conceal his intention to move the oceans. Therefore, as soon as Andrea found out, she immediately informed Huaihuai, naturally through special means.

Meanwhile, the conversation between Ye Feng and the little dragon was still ongoing.

“So, what do you mean by ‘immortality’?” Ye Feng pressed, confused.

“In our Celestial Dragon clan, our soul is our inner core, and our inner core is composed entirely of energy. As long as that energy isn’t depleted, we cannot die,” the little dragon explained.

“Doesn’t that mean you’re truly immortal?” Ye Feng exclaimed in astonishment.

“In theory, yes. But on one hand, because our inner cores are pure energy, many races across the universe covet them for cultivation. Inevitably, a few of our clansmen fall victim, myself included, though my situation isn’t the worst. On the other hand, as we age, the energy we require increases each year. Eventually, when our inner core can no longer withstand the consumption, we die.”

“What a miraculous race!” Ye Feng sighed.

“No need for such amazement. In theory, you’re now a humanoid Celestial Dragon yourself—you could live a very, very long time,” the little dragon said with a smile.

“Humanoid Celestial Dragon? But I don’t have an inner core. At most, I just have meridians like yours,” Ye Feng replied.

“You’re mistaken. You will have an inner core. As long as you cultivate according to my method, you’ll soon be able to form one,” the little dragon insisted.

“Form an inner core through cultivation? Wasn’t your clan’s inner core something you were born with?” Ye Feng questioned.

“Of course not. Our inner core is innate—I’ve told you, the inner core is the soul and the soul is the inner core. Without it, we’re like humans without souls—how could we live?”

“Then how could I possibly cultivate one?” Ye Feng asked in disbelief.

“You should know that the emergence of life is a miracle in itself. Every race has its exceptions. There was once such an exception in our Celestial Dragon clan—a dragon born without an inner core, yet still alive, though it was a disgrace and suffered no end of humiliation. But he never gave up; through relentless effort, he eventually devised his own cultivation method and managed to condense an inner core anew. He didn’t just become a true Celestial Dragon—his power far surpassed that of ordinary dragons. He is, without doubt, the most powerful dragon in our clan’s history,” the little dragon said with pride.

“That remarkable? But how do you know this cultivation method?” Ye Feng wondered. He couldn’t believe such a wondrous skill would be widely known.

“Because that Celestial Dragon was my ancestor. When we are born, every Celestial Dragon carries the inheritance of our ancestors. Once we reach a certain age, the inheritance awakens on its own. Through all these years, I’ve already fully received my ancestor’s legacy—I’ve just never found a chance to restore my body,” the little dragon replied.

“You can’t really be called Little Dragon, can you?” Ye Feng laughed.

“Of course not. My name is Long Xuan. When I was first teaching Xiao Shize the Celestial Dragon language, he couldn’t speak yet, so he misunderstood and called me Little Dragon,” Long Xuan explained.

“All right, Long Xuan, I think it’s time we discussed the most important matter,” Ye Feng said gravely.

“I know you want to talk about the Chidragons. But before that, let me first transmit my ancestor’s cultivation method to you.”

Soon, Ye Feng felt a new knowledge settle in his mind—surely the cultivation method Long Xuan had mentioned. He asked curiously, “Isn’t this a secret of your clan? Why are you sharing it with me?”

“It’s not really a secret. This method only works with the unique meridians of our clan; it’s useless to others. In all these millennia, only my ancestor ever managed it, so to be honest, it’s not much use to the rest of us,” Long Xuan replied with a laugh.

“Well then, I owe you one,” Ye Feng said sincerely, then continued, “Let’s talk about the Chidragons. Do you have any way to drive them off?”

“I don’t, not on my own. There are too many of them. Unless my clansmen come, it’ll be almost impossible to expel them,” Long Xuan admitted with a sigh.

“Is there any way for you to call your clansmen here?” Ye Feng asked.

“Unfortunately, alerting my people requires enormous energy. I used up too much when I saved you. Even if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be able to send a message—our clan’s home is simply too far away. In my current soul state, I can’t transmit anything that far—otherwise, I’d have returned long ago,” Long Xuan replied.

“So, you really have no way of dealing with the Chidragons…” Ye Feng said, frustrated.

“I can’t—but you might,” Long Xuan said. The truth was, he’d saved Ye Feng with an ulterior motive—though it was also a kindness.

“Me? Why?” Ye Feng asked in surprise.

“Because you’ll soon become a Celestial Dragon like my ancestor. Then you’ll have enough energy to send a message, and my clansmen can come to save Earth—and me as well,” Long Xuan replied with a smile.

“So when you saved me, you already had this in mind?” Ye Feng was shocked—he hadn’t expected the dragon to be so calculating.

“I did have that thought. It’s a win-win, isn’t it? If I hadn’t done it, I can’t imagine any other way to save either Earth or myself. If you were killed or captured, I’d end up in the Chidragons’ hands, and that would be a terrible fate,” Long Xuan said.

Ye Feng fell silent for a moment, weighing the pros and cons. Huaihuai had once said that the Celestial Dragons were a peace-loving race, so Ye Feng didn’t fear bringing a wolf into the house. Besides, what other hope did Earth have now?

“What level must I reach to send a message to your homeland?” Ye Feng asked.

“You’d need to reach at least the Cosmic level,” Long Xuan replied.

“Cosmic level? What’s that?” Ye Feng wondered.

“As the name implies, it means you can travel freely across the cosmos. You were just a step away from that level before,” Long Xuan said.

“How long will it take me to reach the Cosmic level? I’ve lost all my strength now,” Ye Feng said glumly.

“Though you’re weak now, the energy you once cultivated still resides in your body. If you follow the method I gave you, you’ll recover quickly. As for how long it’ll take to reach the Cosmic level—that depends on your own potential, I can’t say,” Long Xuan replied.

Ye Feng was about to say more, but suddenly Huaihuai’s voice rang inside his mind, “Are you done talking? Something big is about to happen.”

Long Xuan seemed to hear Huaihuai as well, and said, “You’ve understood what I had to say. You’d better get going.”

[End of Chapter]