Ashen Dragon Chapter 738

Chapter 738: Chapter 112 Moqiu Liya and the Golden Dragon Council Chapter 738: Chapter 112 Moqiu Liya and the Golden Dragon Council The plane shape of Heavenly Mountain is incredibly marvelous, with magnificent mountain ranges rising from a truly boundless ocean, each layer stacked one above another in alignment with the mountain's contour, totaling seven layers.

Here, justice, mercy, order, divine grace, and compassion are eternal rules, vigilant eyes staunchly guard against any form of evil, and everything displays endless beauty.

With each ascent, the souls of visitors are refined and elevated, only the souls of the good can climb the Heavenly Mountain.

Upon reaching the top level of Heavenly Mountain, even the existence of the good and orderly will melt into the essence of supreme goodness of this plane, sacrificing their individual consciousness for glory–it is said that many powerful deities reside here, but no one can confirm this.

“Swoosh–”
With white feathers spread wide, clad in Silver Armor, and radiating brilliance, the Divine Descendant Warrior soared into the air, holding a Great Sword, rapidly ascending the Holy Mountain.

–He is Walter Graham, an Angel Divine Descendant from the Material Plane, having just presented his token at Star Castle, with the help of the Messenger Balachiel.

Now, his target is the second layer of Heavenly Mountain, Moqiu Liya.

In the Silver Heavenly Kingdom filled with Aetherial Deity Tribe, Walter was not very conspicuous, with even more angels flapping their wings, striving upward.

Soon, accompanied by the howling wind, he passed through the dark night sky of Lucia.

“Swoosh–”
Suddenly, a golden light shone on his face, steaming away the evil and sins that had stained him in the Material Plane.

Walter instinctively raised the Great Sword, using it as a shield above his head to block the overwhelming light that he was not accustomed to.

But soon, bathed in the light, he dumbly put down the Great Sword, closed his eyes, feeling everything, his furrowed brow unknowingly relaxed, and even his soul was purified.

“This feels so familiar…”

This golden light reminded him of the Empire of Fadlan at its peak decades ago, and the sunlight he felt during the Ascension Ritual was just as intense, warm.

Walter opened his eyes, now much calmer, with all hostility in his heart dissipated.

He looked around this unfamiliar plane, muttering to himself: “Finally, Moqiu Liya…”

The second layer of Heavenly Mountain, Moqiu Liya.

The air here is thin yet full of hope, golden light bathes everything, hence it is called by the pilgrims as “Golden Heaven”.

Here, the slopes are flat, streams turbulent, and vegetation lush, while the highlands and passes provide ample living space for Aetherial Deity Tribe, Gaeding Sky Clan, and other good creatures.

Moqiu Liya possesses huge, magnificent sepulchers, where the most noble warriors find eternal rest, and the residents of Heaven pluck harps and sing their glorious deeds annually on Remembrance Day.

Armories and parade grounds used by Aetherial Deity Tribe also scatter throughout the plane, Heavenly Mountain thus calls forth its armies here when needed. The arm legion of the God Race often assembles here for drills.

Bahamut's Palace is also located here–this is Walter's destination this time.

For he is about to face an opponent, a five-colored dragon, and specifically the most powerful Red Dragon, and seeking aid from the opposed Metal Dragons is undoubtedly a wise choice.

Walter spread his pristine wings, flapping them, soaring through the sky at full speed, and after an unknown amount of time, finally saw the palace in the distance.

Atop the billowing clouds, there stood a splendid Sanctuary. Its windows were gems set within gold and silver, with walls inlaid with red copper and jade, even the floors were refined Mithril.

Metal Dragons like Gold Dragons, Silver Dragons, Bronze Dragons, Brass Dragons guarded the palace entrance, numerous good Sub-dragons fluttered around, and armored Dragonborn Paladins guarded nearby.

Even Walter, experienced in wars across the Multiverse, had never seen such a luxurious, magnificent palace.

He couldn't help but stare dumbfounded, exclaiming sincerely from his heart: “Is this Bahamut's Sanctuary? It's… unbelievable.”

Meanwhile, he also secretly rejoiced in his heart, as getting aid from such a high-level being would surely repel that Red Dragon.

Walter folded his wings, with his Great Sword as support, respectfully knelt on the clouds.

He raised his head with a firm expression, calling out loudly: “Oh noble and mighty Lord of the Northwind! I, Divine Descendant of Holy Fadlan, Duke of North Aisier, Walter Graham–hereby sincerely implore you, hoping you will render aid!”

Walter looked towards the distant palace, his gaze intense, golden pupils seeming to flicker with flames.

“Swoosh–”
“This is…”

Walter looked surprised, as a cold wind howled up at his feet, lifting the Divine Descendant Noble into mid-air.

Immediately after, the cold wind surged towards the sky, carrying Walter towards the Sanctuary above the clouds.

Dragonborn Paladins and Sub-dragons on the way politely made way, even the stationed Gold Dragons and Silver Dragons did the same, for they knew that the cold wind represented Bahamut's will.

Golden doors engraved with Holy Emblems slowly opened, the wind carried Walter into the hall, letting him step onto the refined Mithril floor.

In this hall filled with treasures, glistening with Gold and gemstones everywhere, Walter fixed his gaze on the floor, feeling somewhat nervous, fearing he might unintentionally offend the God of Good Dragon.

Chapter end

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