Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 464 - 280: Casting the Dragon of the Stars

"This child is exceptional; he will surely be the most promising descendant in our family."

"Rest well, don’t worry, we’ll take care of any issues for you."

When Noah stepped into Agnes’ chamber, where she was nurturing her pregnancy, the soothing voices ceased abruptly, and countless pairs of dragon eyes, as brilliant as molten gold, turned simultaneously toward him.

Yet, as the Golden Dragon entered Agnes’ chamber in his full form, standing against the eleven transformed human-shaped Golden Dragons, his presence was not diminished in the slightest and even appeared superior.

Because his size was simply too enormous, a hundred-meter-long Golden Dragon, even in close proximity, exuded an ancestral majesty with such intensity that his kin couldn’t help but hold their breath.

"So this is what an Ancestral Golden Dragon looks like, it seems..."

When Noah’s gaze fell upon the middle-aged man who had just sighed in admiration, the man, who appeared both dignified and elegant, suddenly stopped speaking, as if choked.

"Noah, this is my father, Axel Fitzgerald."

Agnes, sensing the awkward atmosphere, stepped forward to introduce the identity of the present Golden Dragons to Noah.

"Uncle Axel!"

Noah glanced at his dragon partner, who seemed a bit tense and uneasy, then looked at the somewhat embarrassed middle-aged man and called out a relatively safe address.

Hearing Noah’s address, Agnes, maintaining her composure as a noblewoman, breathed a subtle sigh of relief, her demeanor becoming much more relaxed and natural.

"Hello, Honorable Ancestral Dragon!"

The middle-aged man hurriedly responded to Noah’s address, though his hasty and flustered response earned him a discreet kick from the elegantly noble lady beside him.

"This is my mother, Griffith Beatrice."

"Aunt Griffith." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Hmm!"

Faced with Noah’s courteous greeting, the elegant noble lady, as if stepping out of an ancient empire’s court, maintained her reserve, responding with a soft acknowledgment.

"This is my grandfather..."

"...grandmother..."

...

"...this is my great-grandfather..."

As Agnes introduced her family members one by one to Noah, until finally,

"This is Noah, my partner and the father of my child, a Golden Dragon who has successfully undergone Ancestor Return."

"An Ancestral Golden Dragon, who has lived for thirteen hundred years—this is my first time seeing such a rare sight. It’s truly different from us ordinary Golden Dragons."

An old scholar, with white whiskers hanging down to his chest, strolled leisurely to Noah’s side, curiously observing him from every angle.

"Not just different; this is an entirely different Dragon Species altogether. Besides the golden scales, what else is similar?"

Another old fellow, with a head so shiny it could be used as a light bulb, also approached Noah’s side and unreservedly reached out to touch Noah’s dragon wings, his face showing amazement,

"Such beautiful dragon wings! Can my little great-grandson inherit those wings of yours?"

"Perhaps it could be possible."

Noah looked down at the group of Ancient Dragons gathered before him, a group of dragons at the level of ancestors, rare enough for an ordinary Golden Dragon to summon one or two.

Yet Agnes managed to summon six Ancient Dragons at once, probably calling upon every dragon the family could muster, bringing them down en masse.

As for the reason, Noah could guess it was because Ophelia, who arrived on the Ark, gave Agnes too much pressure.

Naturally, Noah felt it was unnecessary; calling upon parents wouldn’t incur much cost, but summoning ancestors beyond three generations would inevitably lead to some expenses.

Although there is generational bonding among the Dragon Clan, skip a generation or two, and warmth can remain; distance of three or five generations, and kinship turns into mere tribal camaraderie, with racial instincts maintaining the bloodline becoming far stronger.

"Perhaps? Can’t you guarantee it?"

"What can I guarantee? The Dragon Egg hasn’t even formed yet."

Noah felt bemused and helpless.

To predetermine a descendant’s form, what level of dragon could achieve that? None other than a Dragon King.

"True, the Dragon Egg hasn’t even formed yet; it’s too early to say."

"Little Ancestral Dragon, might I curiously ask, under which Majesty’s favor did you gain this status?"

"Honestly, I don’t know either."

Seeing this group gathered around like curious children asking questions and their hands exploring every part of him, Noah felt helpless, but didn’t evade.

For this group’s aesthetic appreciation was a million times better than his father’s; they could admire the beauty of his dragon wings and even commend every part of his body structure that differed from a Golden Dragon.

Indisputably, these were venerable elders worthy of respect, though previously unknown, they were now all elders to Noah.

"You don’t know? How could you not know? Then how did you become an Ancestral Dragon?"

"Of course, it’s through my own effort and struggle!"

Noah proclaimed with a self-assured face.

"You little Ancestral Dragon..."

"Hahaha!"

The six Ancient Dragons exchanged glances, some showing expressions of disbelief, while others laughed uproariously, indulgently and freely.

Because in their perception, what this dragon said was the truth. But how could that be?

To become an Ancestral Dragon, how could one not have the favor of those immortal beings? Without receiving their grace and without their power assistance, no matter how excellent the talent, nor how much effort and struggle, the final ultimate leap could not be achieved.