Chapter 315: The Scholar Dragon's Achievement

"Ugh!" Muria, having swallowed the three elemental hearts, let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. It was simply too comfortable.

The elemental hearts, already processed by him, were releasing power at every moment within his tolerance limit, causing him no discomfort.

Thick as pythons, golden thunders coiled around Muria, visible hurricanes swirling about, all illustrating the perfect Titan physique, shrouded in a faint layer of dragon flame.

Even in his Titan form, Muria could still wield the power of a golden dragon. Of course, he wasn't actively using dragon flame now; it was merely a phenomenon displayed during the power enhancement process.

Beneath his feet, thirty soul circles adorned with mysterious patterns slowly rotated, and on the outermost part, three additional soul circles slowly materialized.

However, unlike Muria's thirty golden soul circles, which seemed to be cast from metal and radiated a substantial aura, these three new soul circles shimmered in green, red, and purple lights, appearing much more ethereal and lacking the solid feel of the golden circles.

A rapid increase in power comes at a cost. Part of Muria's body, akin to exclusive weapons, fed back to his power, making it impossible for Muria to perfectly control his own strength in the short term. This was even more so for the three elemental hearts, which were unrelated to Muria's attributes.

Muria, having enjoyed the convenience and pleasure of rapid power increase, had to bear the corresponding consequences.

His control over his power would significantly decrease; the more his power increased, the weaker his control. Moreover, he would spend a lot of time and energy refining and purifying his surging power.

Nevertheless, this method of power increase was much faster compared to the conventional, steady ascension through bloodline or diligent meditation. Overall, it was still very worthwhile.

Apart from that, there were no other consequences. After all, even if Muria were out of his mind, he wouldn't opt for a method that sacrificed his potential in exchange for immediate power.

The enhancement and fusion of power made Muria feel extremely comfortable, both physically and mentally. He felt warm all over, like basking in the winter sun, his consciousness beginning to blur, drifting towards sleep.

"This is losing control and falling into slumber," Troy observed as Muria's originally straight-standing posture slowly slumped into a seated position.

Moreover, under the watchful eyes of the snow-white tiger, Muria's body, which was no different from a pure-blood Titan, began to show draconic features: dragon horns, dragon scales, and even dragon wings emerged on his back.

"All of you, leave," Troy ordered, his azure tiger eyes turning to Otis, the red dragon, Clest, and Fiona, the green dragon, as Muria's draconic transformation intensified.

The few chromatic dragons, seeing Muria almost turning into a full dragon, exchanged glances and then very consciously headed towards the door, understanding that Muria was about to enter a period of slumber as a dragon to absorb power.

In such a situation, it was only natural for this group of dragons, who had just pledged allegiance to or even betrayed Muria, to leave. Being a dragon required self-awareness.

"No need to leave," Muria, already transitioning towards a dragon-titan form and still morphing into a full dragon, slowly lifted his scale-covered face, issuing a majestic and deep voice just as the group approached the door.

"Muria," Troy looked somewhat astonished at Muria, who was slowly standing up.

"The blood instinct of dragonkind is indeed troublesome," Muria said, touching the dragon scales that had fused with the Holy Royal Abyss on his face, showing a helpless smile.

Absorbing the elemental hearts through the dragonkind's method of slumber was indeed a good choice; waking up to a significant increase in power. Moreover, most of the potential dangers of power ascension through devouring were resolved in sleep by the body's bloodline.

But Muria disliked it; slumber was a waste of time. With three legendary elemental hearts, who knows how long he would need to sleep to fully absorb them.

He still needed to find those dragons banished by his mother, and the sooner, the better. He was genuinely worried that those chromatic dragons might provoke beings they shouldn't, and then get killed.

Muria's chromatic dragons, with an average strength above the gold level, could live very comfortably anywhere in Elasia.

But that was only if they behaved properly and didn't stir up trouble. But was that possible? A group of spell-savvy, battle-hardened dragons capable of outmatching their peers, staying put in one place, waiting for Muria to find them?

A joke, considering the six rebellious dragons, who, upon escaping Muria's control, became bandit dragons, forming the Tri-Color Dragon Gang to plunder human cities, reigning terror on the borders of four nations, recklessly courting death.

If every chromatic dragon were as unruly and self-indulgent as Clest and the six rebellious ones, Muria feared that half of the 101 chromatic dragons would be dead before he could find them.

"You don't have to force yourself," Troy said, noticing Muria's drowsy appearance.

"I don't like losing control of myself," Muria smiled, giving in to instinct felt naturally comfortable. But upon waking, many things would likely spiral out of control, leading to outcomes he wouldn't want to accept.

...

On the frigid great glacier, an elegant white dragon coiled atop an iceberg, overlooking a small frost giant tribe below. Around her, six robust white dragons emitting cold air sat on the glacier, each shrouded in a layer of frosty aura.

These were seven mage white dragons, especially the one at the highest point. Her aura almost concealed her form, making it impossible for other beings to peer at her true self, adding a layer of mystery.

Surrounding these seven mage white dragons were nearly a hundred white dragons, sitting, lying, or flying in the air.

Strangely enough, the large-scale white dragon group went unnoticed by the frost giant tribe below, as if the dragons didn't exist at all.

"Kill all these filthy frost giants," the elegant white dragon, casting spells to conceal her and her dragon group's tracks, ordered indifferently with a cruel command.

Without making a sound, the white dragons, under the effect of an invisibility spell, silently approached the frost giant tribe.

"Screams of the frost giants and the roaring dragon's breath filled the sky, staining the glacial land red. Atop the highest glacier, an elegant white dragon watched everything unfold with detached indifference.

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