Chapter 606: Golden Dragon Council
Orola flapped her wings like a delicate butterfly, gradually descending until she touched the ground. The young golden dragon, stretching over a dozen meters from head to tail, seemed colossal to mortals—yet in the shadow of an Ancient Gold Dragon, she appeared slender, almost fragile.
Kai Xiusu smiled faintly. “Orola, why such a hasty arrival?”
Orola quickly lowered her head, her front limbs bending slightly as she folded her wings close, bowing respectfully to the mysterious and powerful kin before her.
“Good morning, Elder Titus. I’m truly sorry for interrupting your conversation.”
“No need to be tense,” Kai Xiusu said, shaking his head. Like any elder Gold Dragon, he idly stroked his gill whiskers with a claw, exuding the effortless dignity of age. “Speak at your ease.”
“Elder Titus,” Orola continued, “you said the next Golden Dragon Council wasn’t due for decades. Why now?”
From a gap between her scales, she carefully withdrew a golden insignia and offered it to him.
“Since the sixth century, the Golden Dragon Council has used this emblem as a symbol of status. The current Chief Regent—Master Krasus—sometimes transmits messages through this medal.”
Kai Xiusu took the medal. It was forged of pure gold, its face engraved with a lifelike golden dragon’s head. Around its mouth, twenty-four gill whiskers spiraled—twelve along the upper jaw, twelve along the lower.
“This was personally petitioned by the Old Division for you,” Orola explained. “It is your symbol of status. The Golden Dragon Council welcomes a powerful Ancient Dragon with open wings.”
Kai Xiusu glanced at Orola’s claw—and indeed, she bore her own medal. But the dragon’s head on it had only eight gill whiskers, giving it a youthful, almost naive appearance.
“This gathering,” Orola said, “was called at short notice by Master Krasus. You may not know… since the fall of Sacred Fedran, the situation across the Feiansuo Continent has grown dire. The Abyss, Hell, the Five-Colored Dragons, and even the evil deities you’re currently opposing—like Ghuush—are stirring. Master Krasus believes it’s time for us Gold Dragons to fulfill our duty. He’s summoned all of us for discussion.”
Kai Xiusu stared at the medal in his claw, letting out a quiet, wry smile.
“I never thought a sinner like me would be invited to the Golden Dragon Council.”
“Elder Titus,” Orola looked up, earnest. “How could you be a sinner? You are the one the minstrels sing of—the Dawn Dragon, the Lightwing, the hero who slew Ghuush’s brutal followers and repelled the Orc invasions!”
“Even if… even if you carry burdens no one else knows of,” she added softly, “I’m certain the elders—those Ancient and Primordial Dragons—would offer you guidance.”
“Perhaps.” Kai Xiusu’s gaze softened. “Then let’s go. It’s time I fulfilled the duty I’ve long neglected.”
“Of course, Elder Titus. The teleportation spell is ready.”
Swish—
Orola unfurled a scroll. Before them, space rippled, and a massive portal bloomed into existence. One after another, the two golden dragons slipped through—large and small—into the unknown.
In the southeastern reaches of the Feiansuo Continent, the Jacob Mountains rose like a spine across the land. Known as the “Roof of the World,” these mountains soared over ten thousand meters high, stretching for thousands of miles. Their jagged peaks were perpetually capped in snow, inaccessible to mortal feet.
Yet deep within one of these towering, snow-cloaked peaks—the Mount Olando—lay the sacred chamber of the Golden Dragon Council.
Named after a third-generation ancestral dragon, Mount Olando was said to be the final resting place of the mighty Olando. Legend held that as he died, he wrapped the entire mountain in his wings, shielding the land from falling stars. His tibia remained embedded in the mountain’s heart, the bloodline source of most Golden Dragons across Feanso.
Inside the mountain’s core lay an immense, cavernous hall—vast beyond measure—known to dragons as the Hall of Justice. This was where the Golden Dragon Council convened once every century.
And now, two new arrivals had come.
Kai Xiusu emerged from the narrow spatial rift, silently noting the coordinates. He spread his wings, hovering in midair.
“This is it, Elder Titus,” Orola whispered. “I’ll take you inside.”
The two dragons entered the cavern, gliding through a deep, winding tunnel. Magical torches lit one after another along the walls, casting flickering light.
Then—suddenly—the tunnel opened into a breathtaking expanse. The space inside the mountain stretched endlessly, far more immense than Kai Xiusu had imagined.
“Talafelan Luo Mansion Spell?” he thought in awe. Even if they’d hollowed out the entire mountain, it couldn’t have contained such a vast interior. This was no natural cave—it was a whole, self-contained half-plane, conjured and sustained by magic.
Only the Gold Dragons—masters of spellcraft among all dragons—could achieve such a feat. For a mere council, they had created a permanent alternate dimension.
At the very top of the hall, resting on a pedestal, lay a colossal, yellowed tibia—fifty meters long, radiating an invisible pressure. Even after tens of thousands of years, even after empires had crumbled to dust, Kai Xiusu could still feel the lingering power of its former master.
Ancestral Dragon.
This was no mere relic. The tibia alone was longer than most modern dragons. Its owner must have reached six or seven hundred meters—nearly a kilometer in length.
Even Kai Xiusu struggled to imagine such a being. The Abyssal Dragon he’d faced—over two hundred meters long—had already been his greatest adversary, etching a deep mark in his memory.
Orola gazed upward, solemn. “This is the tibia of our ancestor, Olando. It’s said he wrapped the mountain in his wings to protect all life from falling stars.”
She scratched her head sheepishly. “Oops… I almost forgot. You’re an Ancient Gold Dragon yourself. Your knowledge must far surpass mine.”
Kai Xiusu shook his head. “No matter. I wasn’t raised in this material plane.”
Then he looked down.
At the center of the hall stood a stone table—hundreds of meters long, sixty wide—flanked by enormous, dragon-sized thrones. The seat at the far end was the largest, carved with intricate dragon motifs. Its eyes were set with dazzling carnelian gemstones, glinting like stars.
Already, the hall was filled with Gold Dragons—mature adults, younglings, seasoned elders, and a few ancient ones still lingering at the edges. A mix of generations, all present.
The dragons watched the newcomers with curiosity. Younger ones whispered among themselves.
“Is this the Ancient Gold Dragon from another plane?”
“Is he really the Dawn Dragon of legend?”
Orola murmured, “Elder Titus, your seat is in the third row at the far end. Only the most revered Ancient Dragons may sit there. I can’t accompany you further.”
“Very well.” Kai Xiusu nodded, stepping forward with calm confidence.
Even now, the hall held over eighty Gold Dragons—more than he’d ever seen gathered in one place. Yet he felt no anxiety. His extraordinary charisma drew trust from every dragon, genuine and unquestioning.
The True Dragon Mage’s “Embodiment of the Ancient Dragon” was a real transformation in magical essence—no need to fear detection by even the most perceptive Gold Dragon.
Should a Primordial Dragon recognize the disguise? No matter. A single clone could be sacrificed—nothing more than a minor loss.
But if he could infiltrate the Golden Dragon Council… the intelligence he’d gain would be priceless. Nearly the entire movement of the Good Alignment would be laid bare before him.
Kai Xiusu strolled toward his seat, his presence commanding quiet respect. Each dragon he passed bowed their head, offering greetings to the stranger who radiated ancient authority.
And Kai Xiusu? He relished every moment, savoring the thrill of being the elder.
“Good morning, Elder Titus.”
“You must be the Lightwing—my ears have heard your name.”
“Honored Dawn Dragon! Your strength and kindness are spoken of across Feanso. We are deeply honored.”
“Elder Titus, first encounter! I’ve long admired you—your slaying of Ghuush’s minions, your lone stand at Aivendeldan—it stirs my soul. I’m Anher, of the Elliot Clan, a young golden dragon.”
A young dragon—only six gill whiskers, face still soft with innocence—stepped forward, bowing deeply. His eyes sparkled with awe and admiration.
Kai Xiusu nodded in greeting. In his pale golden eyes, a flicker of surprise passed—barely perceptible.
Once turned away, his lips twitched. Finally… the real one. After all this time, I’ve met the rightful heir.
The strange feeling faded instantly. Kai Xiusu settled into his seat—marked by the symbol of an Ancient Gold Dragon—with serene calm, eyes closed, waiting for the rest of the council to arrive.
Soon, the younger dragons began whispering again.
“Look! Another Ancient Dragon!”
“That one’s scales are covered in runes—nearly the whole body! Looks just like Elder Titus’s.”
Kai Xiusu smirked. He already knew who it was.
He turned—and there she stood.
A golden dragon, every scale etched with ancient, mysterious runes, radiating solemn power. The elder from the Eternal Order Realm—Ancient Gold Dragon Beatrice.
Kai Xiusu inclined his head politely. “Long time no see, Lady Beatrice.”
Beatrice smiled warmly. “Good morning, Elder Titus. I knew you’d come. When I asked Orola to invite you, I knew your sense of justice would never allow you to miss this.”
“Then I thank you for the invitation,” Kai Xiusu replied.
One by one, legendary figures from the Material Realm arrived—powerful, renowned Gold Dragons, taking their seats along either side of the long table.
Seizing the chance, Kai Xiusu began to tally the number of active Gold Dragons in the Material Realm. (He excluded the ancient, reclusive ones who slept through eons.)
The hall was nearly full. After accounting for his own fabricated identity, he counted:
- 2 Ancient Golden Dragons
- 4 Ancient Gold Dragons
- 9 Extremely Ancient Golden Dragons
- 15 Elder Golden Dragons
These were the elite forces of the Gold Dragon Clan.
Then came the 20+ Prime Golden Dragons and 40+ Adult Golden Dragons—the backbone of the race, bearing great responsibility. The rest? Younglings still lacking full gill whiskers.
The only vacant seat remained at the far end—the ornate throne, resplendent with carnelian inlays and golden filigree. According to the council’s rules, the one who would occupy it—Orola’s “Master Krasus”—was almost certainly a Primordial Golden Dragon.
“No wonder they call themselves the ‘Justice Envoy.’ Their strength is truly awe-inspiring.” Kai Xiusu couldn’t help but marvel.
As the natural leaders among Metal Dragons, the favorites of Bahamut, the Gold Dragons were undeniably formidable. The sheer number of powerful, instantly summonable dragons—even including the strongest among them—was staggering.
And if one added the yet-unseen Primordial Dragon… even Kai Xiusu’s true form would struggle to overcome them.
If the Dragonborn Army of the Empire faced them now? They’d be slaughtered to the last man.
“Dong—”
A deep, resonant bell rang through the sanctified space, echoing like a heartbeat across the hall. Every dragon stilled.
Even the most playful younglings straightened up, obeying their parents’ silent commands, adopting solemn postures.
They knew. The Chief Regent of the Golden Dragon Council—the Primordial Golden Dragon at the peak of Material Realm power—was arriving.
Kai Xiusu turned toward the hall’s entrance.
The heavy stone doors groaned open.
And there he came.
A colossal golden dragon—nearly forty meters long, surpassing the typical limits of his kind. His mouth bristled with countless gill whiskers, each a testament to eons of time.
His pale golden eyes were narrow, deep—like faded pools of gold, heavy with centuries of memory.
On his head, a white-gold crown. In his claw, a scepter carved with the Milky Nebula and the Polar Star—symbols of authority, the seal of Bahamut’s stewardship over the Gold Dragon race.
He walked with effortless grace, moving toward his throne. No aura of intimidation was emitted—but still, his presence commanded absolute respect, dignified, unshaken, and calm.
“Good morning, Elder Krasus.”
The dragons greeted him in unison. Even the most arrogant Ancient Dragons lowered their heads.
Kai Xiusu bowed too—but his eyes narrowed slightly, scanning the approaching Primordial Dragon with cold precision, assessing his power level.
This dragon was larger than any known standard. And just from the sheer volume of exquisite magical gear adorning his form—every scale, every rune, every artifact—this was no idle beast. This was a dragon with purpose. Not a mindless sleeper. Not a mere relic.
[Golden Sage – Krasus]
Challenge Rating: 28 (125,000 experience points)
“A formidable elder. A worthy opponent. I’d love to fight him.”
A spark of excitement flashed in Kai Xiusu’s eyes. If not for the need to maintain the image of an Ancient Dragon, he might have even licked his lips.
(End of Chapter)
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