A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6107

Meanwhile, in a hidden corner of the Fourteenth Firmament,

a mist-shrouded valley cradled an ancient palace.

The entire structure was built of green stone, every block carved with lifelike dragons frozen in mid-roar.

Inside the great hall, six figures sat cross-legged in silent meditation.

All appeared to be middle-aged men in gold robes, yet their auras lay as deep as the sea.

Had Jared been present, he would have noticed the concentrated draconic energy rolling off them.

They were Draconians—members of the Sky Dragon Lineage.

At the seat of honor sat an elder with silver-streaked hair.

His features held unbending authority, and every time his eyes opened, cold light flashed; his power had reached the True Immortal Realm.

This was Roland, the current Clan Chief of the Sky Dragon Lineage.

Roland had been resting with eyes shut when they suddenly snapped open, brilliance erupting within.

"That aura…" he breathed.

The other five men paled at the same instant.

"Clan Chief, you felt it too?"

Bruno blurted, urgency sharpening his voice. "That— that is the Dragon Sovereign Bloodline!"

Roland rose slowly, walked to the hall's threshold, and looked toward the distant horizon.

The line of sight pointed straight at Cloudhaven City.

"The Five-Clawed Golden Dragon…"

He murmured, "Ten thousand years have passed, and the Dragon Sovereign Bloodline returns to the world at last…"

One elder asked in a low voice, "Clan Chief, what does its return signify?"

After a brief silence Roland answered, "It signifies Emperor Deragon's prophecy is about to unfold."

He pivoted, his stare scorching as it swept over the hall.

"Send the order. Dispatch scouts to Cloudhaven City and trace the source of that aura."

"Remember, spare no effort—find the one who carries the Dragon Sovereign Bloodline!"

"Understood!"

The six figures bowed in unison.

Roland kept his eyes on the faraway sky, the light within them tangled and unreadable.

"Dragon Sovereign Bloodline…" Roland mouthed the words under his breath, the syllables humming against the vaulted ceiling of the hall.

Ten thousand years earlier, the Dragon Emperor had led the entire Draconian race into battle against the demons. He fell in that last clash, yet before his final breath he spoke a prophecy: the moment the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon returned to the world, the Sky Dragon Clan would rise again.

That prophecy had just come true.

Roland understood that the re-emergence of the Dragon Sovereign Bloodline promised more than revival; it also promised upheaval.

Inside the Draconian race, plenty of factions had no desire to see the Emperor return.

The descendants of those who once betrayed the Emperor and sided with the demons were still hiding in the dark.

If the Dragon Sovereign Bloodline appeared, those descendants would strike without hesitation.

Roland drew a long breath, a hard shine flashing behind his half-lidded eyes.

Whatever happened, the Dragon Sovereign Bloodline had to end up in the hands of the Sky Dragon Lineage.

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