First Legendary Dragon: Starting With The Limitless System novel Chapter 246

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Chapter 246: Old Daoist

He swiftly turned to Rina, his gaze firm but comforting. "Come on, Rina. Let’s hurry back toward the entrance. Maybe Fiora panicked and rushed back there."

Rina nodded quickly, her eyes flickering with anxiety. "Right behind you, Young Master."

Without wasting another moment, Orion led the way swiftly through the haunting illusions and spectral environments they had previously navigated, now barely paying any heed to the ghostly whispers or unsettling apparitions that still attempted to draw their attention.

The once-entertaining illusions had become irrelevant now, replaced by the pressing urgency to locate Fiora.

Their hurried footsteps echoed urgently in the dimly lit corridors, every step heavier with concern. Rina’s eyes constantly scanned the shadows, worry clouding her typically playful expression.

Orion maintained his composure outwardly, but internally he wrestled with growing apprehension, questioning how Fiora could vanish without leaving behind a single clue.

They emerged into the dimly lit corridor they had first entered from, and soon the wooden door leading outside became visible.

Orion quickened his pace, gently pushing open the heavy door, stepping into the fresh evening air once again.

The lively noise of the entertainment district felt strangely disconnected now, as if the joyous world outside had continued obliviously while something serious unfolded within.

Outside, Edgar and Lucan stood near the entrance, engaged in quiet conversation. Upon seeing Orion and Rina’s urgent expressions, Edgar immediately straightened, his keen eyes narrowing.

Lucan, noticing their hurried pace, quickly moved toward them, concern evident in his expression.

"Young Master, what happened? Why are you in such a hurry?" Edgar asked gravely, instantly sensing something was wrong from Orion’s tense expression.

Orion quickly explained, his voice slightly hurried and edged with urgency, "We lost Fiora inside. She vanished completely from our sight after we separated briefly. There’s no trace of her anywhere, and it’s clear something unusual has happened."

Edgar’s expression immediately hardened into quiet alarm, his eyes flickering toward the building behind them. Lucan’s playful demeanor vanished entirely, his expression darkening considerably.

Without waiting for their reactions, Orion quickly turned toward Lucan and ordered with sharp decisiveness, "Brother Lucan, immediately send a message to Grandpa and Grandma about what’s happened here. Tell them to be on alert. We may need their help."

Lucan nodded gravely, pulling out a small communication stone and hurriedly sending a concise, urgent message.

***

Far away from the Thunderpeak Kingdom, nestled within one of the illustrious cities of the Sky Shattering Empire, a serene yet majestic scene unfolded within a secluded courtyard.

The courtyard was surrounded by meticulously trimmed bamboo, gently swaying with the evening breeze, their rhythmic rustling creating a calm and peaceful atmosphere.

A small, ornate table crafted from ancient jade sat between two elderly figures, their faces marked by countless experiences and wisdom gained through the long passage of time.

Eldric sat upright, his eyes reflecting a deep, subtle unease that contrasted starkly with the tranquility of his surroundings.

Opposite him, an old man dressed in traditional Daoist robes sat calmly, his demeanor as serene as a placid lake.

The Old Daoist exuded an aura of profound wisdom and serenity, his long white beard cascading gently down his chest, his eyes deep and impenetrable, containing secrets untold.

Eldric finally broke the silence, his voice heavy with concern, "Honored Daoist, I’ve sensed worrying movements lately. The damned demons, they’ve begun stirring again. Their movements are much more intense than usual. Why have they begun moving so abruptly?"

The Old Daoist slowly lifted a teacup to his lips, sipping quietly before placing it back down. His eyes briefly closed, as though consulting with invisible forces around him. When he opened them again, his gaze locked onto Eldric’s with gentle clarity.

"You already know the answer to your question, Eldric," the Old Daoist replied softly, his voice like the quiet rustle of leaves in a distant forest.

Eldric’s expression hardened momentarily as he murmured quietly to himself, voice barely audible, "Is it because... the Golden Age approaches?"

The Old Daoist’s response was simple yet significant—a slow, deliberate nod. But his lips stayed sealed beyond that confirmation, offering no further explanation or detail, as though such profound truths were not yet ready to be revealed.