Chapter 377: The Ancient Dragons' Astonishment

"I have some guesses." Muria's eyes narrowed slightly. The Kingdom of Lockman was currently bursting with talent and plagued by calamities. Although because of his arrival, all these disasters could no longer be called calamities, the combination of these events was not normal.

Moreover, the appearance of the King of the Wind Eagles indicated that something significant was about to happen. The six great beasts could, in some ways, represent the will of the world, and their descendants were an extension of this world will.

"Shall we go in for a visit?"

"Let's go and take a look."

"If this Wind Eagle is unwilling to communicate with us, we will retreat. Absolutely do not engage it, it would only bring trouble."

"Understood."

Neither Muria nor the other seven ancient dragons intended to fight with the Wind Eagle. They just planned to ask: What do you intend by coming to my territory? Why are you here?

Especially Muria, as someone who had truly interacted with these special behemoths, he was particularly cautious around them. The stories told to him by the young Land Emperor Turtle, Ashbourne, were still fresh in his memory—after all, a god had become a cautionary tale due to them.

Following the coordinates given by the cloud giant commander Abut, Muria found the sleeping place of the Wind Eagle—a cloud island surrounded by other islands, located right in the center, resembling a small floating land.

"Can we break through?" Standing on the central cloud island, Muria looked at the giant egg in front of him, slightly glowing green and comparable in size to the surrounding mountains, and asked the ancient gold dragon Bast.

"We can!" A golden glow shone on the hand of the gold dragon, transformed into a kindly old man with a white beard, as he reached into the wind barrier shaped like a giant egg, producing a grating sound.

This was a giant egg purely formed by countless hurricanes, its rapid swirling winds making it appear like a tangible, solid egg.

When Bast's hand entered, the aura around his hand met with the countless fine hurricanes. The light was visibly diminished and shredded at a rapid pace, turning into specks of golden light that scattered over the entire giant egg with the wind's movement, creating a beautiful spectacle.

"Very strong defense." Seeing the light on his hand nearly obliterated by the fine winds in a few moments, Bast's face showed a hint of surprise.

"If it's a legend, it would take some effort to break through, but for a soul spirit level, it's basically impossible..." Just as Bast was about to continue, he caught sight of Muria and abruptly stopped. Most soul spirit beings could not break through the wind barrier, but Muria, with his Dragon King lineage, was a different story. He was someone who could easily break norms.

"Let's go in!" Now knowing the strength of the wind barrier, Muria's face showed anticipation. The Wind Eagle, even in the dragons' ancestral memories, was mentioned only by name and a brief description, without any related imagery. Muria was quite curious about this being.

"Do you need me to clear the way for you, Prince Muria?" A bronze ancient dragon, transformed into a knight with green hair, asked with a smile.

"If just having legendary power can break through the wind barrier, then I think I won't need help." Muria declined the bronze dragon's offer with a smile and then stepped toward the wind barrier.

As he lifted his foot, a faint golden dragon flame ignited on Muria's tall, regal figure clad in a splendid royal robe. Behind him, rings of soul spirit adorned with thunder and swirling hurricanes, producing complex and mystical patterns, appeared one after another.

"Hisss!" Seeing Muria release all his soul spirit rings, an ancient silver dragon gasped, astonished at how easily Muria entered the giant wind egg, murmuring, "Ninety-six soul spirit rings, even for a descendant of the Dragon King, that's excessive."

"Cough, look carefully, the first forty-five rings that appeared are different from the latter ones. Apart from the color, they give me a feeling of instability."

"This must be due to consuming some treasures to forcibly enhance his power in a short time. It's not a big issue; it just needs some time to settle."

"This prince is too impatient. A few sleeps, a few hundred years, and he would have been fine. Why waste precious treasures?"

"As a descendant of the Dragon King, how could he just sleep all day like us old folks? You're thinking too much."

"This prince, though young, seems to have experienced quite a bit. The way he looks, something must have prompted such an urgent need to increase his power."

"He's still too young." An ancient dragon shook his head in pity, regretting the elemental hearts Muria had consumed. The treasures capable of enhancing a Dragon King descendant's power were incredibly precious.

"We should go in now. Don't let Prince Muria wait too long."

After discussing Muria's astonishing number of soul spirit rings, the seven ancient dragons broke through the wind barrier and entered the giant wind egg.

Inside, they saw the giant, pure white feathered bird that Muria had reached earlier, still deep in sleep, and the nest beneath it, formed by a large concentration of wind elements into crystal ore.

"How many cubic meters of elemental crystals are there?" Upon entering and catching a glimpse of the sleeping Wind Eagle, the dragons' gazes immediately fell on the nest below it.

"At least a million, I'd say!" Bast estimated the amount of elemental crystals in the nest based on the size of the Wind Eagle above it.

"The purity of these elemental crystals... This is my first time seeing crystals condensed to such an essence."

"This is all because of the power of the Wind Eagle..."

Hearing the out-of-tune discussions of the ancient dragons behind him, Muria, who was intently observing the majestic and fierce Wind Eagle, couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth. The focus of these old beings truly embodied the style and characteristics of their dragon kind.

Even many near-eternal gods had never seen such a beast, and yet after only a glance, their focus had shifted to its nest, leaving Muria quite speechless.

"Sigh!" Muria exhaled lightly, then floated towards the still-sleeping Wind Eagle.

"Your Highness!" Seeing Muria's movement, the ancient dragons, who were arguing over the value of the Wind Eagle's nest, immediately reacted and called out in an attempt to stop him.

"It's fine." Muria waved his hand calmly, landing on the sky-blue elemental crystal nest, and then walked towards its head, finally reaching out to gently touch its metallic-feeling beak.

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