Startled by the sudden cries of the Storm God consciousness and the Lust Goddess, Kent hastily placed the egg on the ground.
In the next instance, the Storm God consciousness immediately teleported him away from the summit. Before Kent could even blink, he found himself miles away, the summit now a distant speck.
“What’s happening?” Kent muttered in confusion, staring at the Storm God consciousness, who seemed equally surprised. Both of them were now gazing up at the sky in shock and bewilderment.
“How did you get your hands on an Ancestor Dragon race egg?” the Storm God asked, a look of astonishment etched on his face.
Kent rubbed back of his head, feeling sheepish. “Someone gave it to me in exchange for a golden goose. Is something wrong?”
The Storm God sighed heavily at Kent’s question. “It seems like you’ve triggered the ancient dragon spirit. That beast is the most sentimental one among all the pets of the Storm God. If I’m not mistaken, the dragon is using its origin lightning scripture to hatch the egg.”
A depressed sigh escaped the Storm God’s lips as he looked back at Kent.
“Venerable, aren’t you the master of this inheritance ground? Don’t you have control over the dragon spirit?” Kent asked, his eyes filled with doubt.
“I can control anything up to the 10th step of the summit,” the Storm God explained. “But the top three steps were guarded by the personal pets of the Storm God. He left the three of them here as the ultimate guardians of his inheritance. Those three pets have their own will, and I can’t control them. That is why I warned you at the 10th step.”
Kent nodded, finally beginning to understand the gravity of the situation. “Storm God, if the egg hatches, can I take it as a pet?” he asked, a hopeful smile spreading across his face.
The Storm God consciousness twitched, clearly taken aback by Kent’s audacity. “You don’t understand the magnitude of what you’re asking,” he said slowly, trying to find the right words. “The Ancestor Dragon race consider themselves as the divine beings. They feel insulted if one of their kin becomes a slave to another race.
The newly hatched dragon would possess immense power and wisdom. If it really chooses to bond with you, you need to face the wrath of the ancestor dragon spirit. So, be careful of what you wish for.”
Kent’s eyes turned depressed. “I understand, Venerable. I won’t take it lightly.”
While the two of them were staring anxiously at the sky, the ancient dragon spirit began generating a lightening tribulation for hatching the egg.
At the summit of the Storm God Inheritance, the atmosphere turned pitch dark with thunder clouds.
The 13th step was bathed in a raw, primal lightening energy. Here, at the peak, the heavens seemed to converge with the earth, creating a dramatic stage for the unfolding event.
Kent stood beside the Storm God consciousness, both of them staring intently at the colossal dragon egg resting on the desert floor of the 13th step. The egg, resting in the midst of a swirling vortex of storm clouds, was the focal point of a celestial ritual.
The tribulation would determine the strength and future of the dragon it contained.
The clouds above darkened, swirling ominously as if in response to the immense power about to be unleashed.
As the first rumblings of thunder began to echo across the summit, the Ancestor Dragon Spirit made its entrance.
Unlike the lightening that has happened till now, the ancestor dragon began personally descending in the form of a lightening tribulation.
Its arrival was heralded by a dazzling flash of lightning that split the heavens. The spirit appeared in all its majestic glory, a colossal dragon wreathed in electric arcs, its scales shimmering with a divine light that painted the sky with shades of blue and white.
Kent swallowed hard as he stared at the dragon figure. The loud cry of the dragon shook the entire summit, and the egg began vibrating on the floor.
The dragon coiled gracefully in the sky, its presence a formidable contrast against the turbulent clouds.
With a mighty roar, the Ancestor Dragon Spirit raised its head towards the heavens. The storm clouds above seemed to respond, gathering in a swirling vortex that focused on the summit, as if drawing power directly from the heart of the storm.
In a spectacular display, bolts of lightning began to converge, forming a divine yantra—a symbol of immense power and cosmic balance.
Like a thread, the lightning wove intricate patterns, their energy coalescing into the divine lightning yantra that hovered ominously above the dragon egg.
This yantra, imbued with divine energy, was an intricate design of ancient symbols, each representing a facet of the Storm God’s might and the Ancestor Dragon Spirit’s legacy.
“BOOM… BOOM… BOOM”
With a thunderous crash, the yantra unleashed a surge of lightning that struck the egg with incredible force. The impact was both beautiful and terrifying, as the egg’s surface began to glow with a blinding brilliance. Cracks formed and spread, revealing the nascent dragon within.
As the last echoes of thunder faded, the egg shattered, and the dragon hatched. The hatchling emerged, its scales radiating a dazzling array of colors, reflecting the divine lightning that had given it life.
Above its head, the divine lightning yantra remained, inscribed with symbols of protection and power.
Kent and the Storm God consciousness watched with bated breath as the newly hatched dragon let out a powerful roar, its voice reverberating with the strength of its lineage.
The divine yantra continued to hover above it, a constant reminder of the immense power and legacy it carried.
With the dragon’s emergence, the summit of the Storm God Inheritance seemed to exhale a sigh of relief, and the storm clouds slowly dissipated as the sky cleared.
But the ancestor dragon continued to stare at the baby dragon on the ground with an emotional stare.
“Ahrr… Ahrrr… Ahrrr…”
The baby dragon tried to cry out for its mother. After tumbling several times, it moved towards the edge of the 13th step.
The ancient dragon spirit began circling in the sky with joy. But it’s joy short-lived as the baby dragon staring at Kent from the edge of the summit.
Black lines formed on Kent’s forehead. As he lifted his head, Kent saw the ancestor dragon spirit, who was staring back at him with a murderous look.
“No…Noo…”