From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 444

Deep in the heart of the Aorinth Peaks, in an ancient and hidden forest, Leander walked beside Clara as they made their way toward the center.

He could already sense countless powerful auras rushing in from every direction around the mountain range, but he paid them no mind and continued forward without hesitation.

Clara's cultivation was far weaker than his, so she had no idea that many of the world's strongest figures were gathering here. She only focused on guiding him, the jade piece in her hand glowing brighter as they moved, signaling that they were nearing their destination.

After several minutes of winding paths, they finally arrived at a cave entrance.

"Sovereign Ashcroft, this is the opening I discovered before. Once we pass through, it leads directly to the Dragon Gate," Clara whispered.

"Okay," Leander responded with a nod, narrowing his eyes as he looked ahead.

A roaring surge of spiritual energy poured out from the cave, and he immediately felt its intensity.

"What an incredible Hidden Haven," he murmured.

He had traveled across countless famous mountains and ancient lands, visiting many extraordinary sanctuaries, yet none held energy as rich as this place.

"It seems Aorinth Peaks truly hides something remarkable." With that thought, he stepped into the cave first.

Clara hesitated for a moment before following closely behind.

The cave was completely dark, but their night vision made it easy to navigate. Guided by the jade's pull, they eventually reached a glowing exit.

The moment they stepped out, the scenery expanded dramatically. Though the cave had barely allowed two people to walk side by side, it opened into a vast space filled with jade-green grass. At the center lay a deep spring, hundreds of square meters wide, silent and shadowed.

The scene looked unreal, as though they had walked into a world from an old tale.

Leander's gaze fixed on the spring at once.

The water glowed a deep green, its bottom invisible, as if it had no end. Warm mist drifted from its surface, giving it the appearance of a sacred pool hidden from the world.

"You met that so-called black dragon here?" he asked Clara.

"Yes. This is the Dragon Gate," she answered quickly. She had followed the jade shard to this place, where a black dragon had helped her establish the Dual Meridian Sect—giving rise to the legend of a dragon appearing in Whitville.

"Sovereign Ashcroft," she asked suddenly, "why are you looking for the Dragon Gate? The black dragon from back then is long gone. Are you after what it left behind?"

Leander gave her a faint smile but did not answer. His eyes burned with excitement.

From the spring, he already sensed a powerful presence—one strong enough to stir a faint warning even within him. Whatever hid beneath the water was terrifying.

"Step back a hundred feet," he commanded.

He did not look at her. He simply waved a hand. Although confused, Clara obeyed and retreated to the cliff wall.

She stared, unsure of his intentions, until Leander suddenly extended his hand.

With a slight curl of his fingers, a massive palm of deep blue energy appeared in midair. At its center, a black hole opened, pulling fiercely at everything around it. The once-calm spring churned under the pressure.

The water began to bubble violently, and the surface exploded into chaotic waves.

"Still refusing to come out?" Leander muttered.

The pull from his hand intensified. Several tons of water rose into the air, lifted a dozen feet high as if gravity no longer applied.

Bang!

A sharp explosion burst from the spring.

A massive black form shot upward, sending water scattering in every direction.

Splash!

A long shadow streaked across the air. Its body twisted like a dragon or a giant serpent, and its presence cast the entire space into darkness.

Clara's eyes widened as the towering silhouette came into view. The sight was almost unbelievable.

It was the same black dragon she had seen before.

Except now it was twice as large—stretching at least two hundred feet from snout to tail. Its body was as thick as reinforced steel columns, layered in black scales that gleamed with a deadly, icy shine. Four taloned limbs, armored in overlapping plates, radiated a crushing, violent power as the creature vaulted into the sky.

"Who dares interrupt my cultivation?"

The dragon circled overhead, and with every snort, its voice rumbled like rolling thunder, shaking the earth below. Flowers and grass snapped under the pressure.

The black dragon was speaking in human language.

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