Chapter 26 The First Transformation

"The timing for this deep sleep period is just too perfect. I can't hold on anymore. Forget it, I'll check things out after I wake up."

Noah looked regretfully at the city below the mountain, now completely bustling, then turned and walked toward the Dragon Nest.

At this moment, his body felt incredibly heavy. Every scale, every muscle fiber didn't want to move. His eyelids couldn't help but want to close. All he wanted was to close his eyes and sleep because his deep sleep period had arrived, and the first transformation in his dragon life was about to begin.

After his adoptive father was promoted to Legend, the Kingdom would surely grant him a title and expand his territory. The compliments and flattery of the noble class, as well as the congratulatory gifts from various factions, would surge like a tide toward the Augustus family.

All these changes made Noah very expectant, but obviously, he wouldn't get to see them because he didn't plan to resist his body's instincts with his own will any longer. It wasn't necessary and was too exhausting.

"When I wake up, what I see will be the dust-settled result."

Although slightly regrettable that he couldn't witness the historic scene of the Augustus family with his own eyes, the most important moment he had already seen. By comparison, his own growth was more important.

Noah first entered the food storage room in the Dragon Nest, where there were numerous high-grade monster meats sent by his adoptive father's Pioneer Knights. Covered by the Dragon Nest's array, these meats still maintained quite high activity.

It's not an exaggeration to say that throwing out any piece of active meat here could make a group of Five-colored Dragon hatchlings fight to the death for it.

Because it's food they could never possibly get, the Colorful Dragon Clan raises their offspring purely based on mood. If in a good mood, they might throw some leftover scraps of meat or bones; in a bad mood, they might directly abandon them, which is a situation common among dragons.

In comparison, the growth environment of Metallic Dragon hatchlings is unbelievably better. The growth environment of the Golden Dragon is at a heavenly level, something the Colorful Dragon could only dream of.

Yet even so, Noah was still not quite satisfied, continuing to pick and choose,

"The Giant Toothed Elephant Mastiff's meat is too coarse, the Rock Giant Beast's meat isn't chewy enough, the Winged Snake Dragon's scent is too strong... Oh well, roast it and make do!"

Since it was his first time going into deep sleep, Noah strictly adhered to the guidance in his inherited memories, preparing thoroughly, filling his stomach to the brim.

Ensuring that, during the deep sleep, he wouldn't be forced to wake up prematurely due to insufficient stored nutrients, leading to developmental issues.

Although such a situation is common among the Colorful Dragon Clan, it's extremely rare among the Metallic Dragon Race, but not unheard of. Some dragons with exceptional talent need more consumption than ordinary dragons during transformation.

It wasn't until his belly was so full that he couldn't eat another bite of meat that Noah finally stopped eating and headed to the collection room.

Although it was still quite empty, fit for horse running, at least one corner had been furnished with his collections, most of which were treasures Tidel had sent him.

The most valuable item in his collection was a few crystal cores surrounded by rich Elemental Spirit Light, not given by the youth but by Noah's adoptive mother, the Lady who often cried poverty to Noah after establishing the city.

"Fire Element Elder's crystal core!"

Noah grabbed one of the fiery, glowing crystal cores, observed it for a moment, and tossed it into his mouth.

All these crystal cores were given to him by his adoptive mother, Selena didn't pluck his dragon scales for nothing.

These are undoubtedly top-tier growth resources for young dragons, and Noah had a whole heap of them, even Metallic Dragons of the same race would be envious.

If he were raised by his biological parents, given dragon habits, he couldn't possibly own personal property at his current age.

After making the final preparations, Noah returned to his pearl bed, the long, winding dragon's body coiled up, his spirit not supporting at all, eyes closed, directly entering the deepest sleep, consciousness and thoughts also settling into silence.

This was the most vulnerable moment for dragons, as in this state, they lost all perception of the outside world. Therefore, slightly capable Giant Dragons would build hidden and sturdy Dragon Nests or form a loyal retinue army.

For those without ability, the best outcome Colorful Dragon hatchlings could hope for is that their parents have a bit of responsibility. If a solitary dragon, they could only rely on luck. Metallic Dragon hatchlings didn't need to worry about these things; they had parental protection.

As for Noah, although his parents weren't around, he didn't have to worry about safety. His Dragon Nest was strong enough, let alone the newly risen Legend right outside the Dragon Nest.

In a daze, Noah didn't know how long it had been when his consciousness began to awaken, a nebula slowly spiraling, and the Golden Tree rooted within growing more lustrous.

Over the years, this Golden Tree had grown quite a lot, along with Noah's growth, comparable to his body size. In the treetop, the most captivating to the Golden Dragon's eyes was a fruit emitting a soft purple light.

The Slave Self-Redeeming Act remained in effect, and every slave who gained freedom recited Noah's name, which provided a wisp of thin purple gas, nourishment for the Purple Spirit Fruit's growth. Yet, this fruit was not ripe for picking.

Only the size of a walnut, the fruit could continue to grow, in contrast to another branch where twenty-seven cherry-sized crimson fruits hung, radiating a blood-red glow, unable to grow any further.

These were part of the feedback from Tidel's slaughtering of small Monster Clans; another part had already been consumed by Noah, deliberately left for the deep sleep period.

Noah could vaguely sense his body now in a deep sleep state.

"I wonder if it worked."

The Golden Dragon muttered and ate all the cherry-like fruits on the Golden Tree, a gentle warmth spreading, but the duration was extremely short, fleeting in an instant.

"Tsk, these little fruits give no sensation, no expectations. The big fruit's taste is good, but indeed, the big fruit is hard to encounter and nurture."

Noah also deduced the reason for the Golden Tree's fruiting, no more than being related to him, creating causality, with his intervention and participation, even if only a word or advice.

Currently, the one most influenced by him was Tidel, as for his adoptive father, the relationship was not shallow. He was willing to listen to what he said, but the other's strength was too formidable, strong to the extent that words couldn't significantly affect his actions; present-day Noah couldn't replace a Legend in making decisions.

"I'm of the Longevity Species, no rush, take it slow. Sooner or later, I'll have my fill of fruits."

The Golden Dragon comforted his slightly restless spirit, quietly waiting for the end of the deep sleep period, curious about what form he would take upon awakening.

Noah did not wait long, as when his consciousness cleared, it signified that the awakening of his body was not far away.

However, when Noah's consciousness returned to his body, the first thing he felt wasn't strength or unfamiliarity, but hunger—a hunger so intense that it challenged reason, capable of driving a dragon into madness.

"So Colorful Dragons do indeed gnaw on dirt!"

This was Noah's first thought as he used reason to forcibly control his body, suppressing the urge to devour.

When starved to the extreme, dragons wouldn't pass up anything to fill their stomachs, be it rocks or earth.

The Golden Dragon at that moment could slightly understand the Colorful Dragons.