Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 811 - 752: The Rampaging Father of Dragons

Advancement is the common pursuit of all spellcasters with ambition.

Currently still on the path of an Ascensessor, Lyle must find both opportunity and accumulate power to complete the transition from Four Locks to Five Locks. Accumulating power is not lacking for Lyle, having successively visited various Dragon Kin and encountered numerous Evil God’s Kin. To use Nia’s words, he had recently stuffed himself and his belly was full.

To upgrade from Four Locks (a community) to Five Locks (a strong individual), the need for a special opportunity is a piece of confirmed information. As for the specific details, Lyle was not clear. Lyle was not an old-fashioned spellcaster who crafted in isolation, and his past experiences made him realize he was not the pioneer of some path; he had guides, he had mentors.

Even with these advantageous resources, Lyle was still unclear about what the opportunity was. This can only mean that those community leaders with Eight, Nine, or Ten Locks don’t consider this matter significant.

"It shouldn’t be very difficult conditions to fulfill..." Lyle thought to himself, also worrying about what kind of treatment he would receive if he inquired with those individuals.

The first was the strongest among the Ascensessors, the Catastrophe of Holy Light, King of the Crusaders, Mr. Raymond. Lyle first ruled out this option; through prolonged contact, Lyle had already understood that some individuals with exceptional talent could become unreachable powerhouses through non-human instincts, despite being completely clueless at first. Advancing to Five Locks for Raymond really was as simple as breathing, and moreover, Raymond could very possibly use [as simple as breathing] as his response to Lyle.

Lyle came to the City of Wandering and paid a visit to his teacher, Mr. Scholar. Mr. Scholar, adept at synthesizing knowledge and publishing papers, indeed conducted related research.

"The Five Locks stage is a transitional phase linking Four Locks and Six Locks. Four Locks represent a community, the power of the collective, while Six Locks are nobility, a powerful separation from the group. A strong individual, that is, the so-called standout, emerges from within the community but does not exhibit a clear gap with the community like nobility does. It is a process of drawing power from within the community. A powerful individual is not yet constrained by class and interest, and as for the nobles of Six Locks and beyond, those are transcendent beings."

Lyle nodded in understanding under the accurate analysis and guidance of Mr. Scholar of what the opportunity for advancing to Five Locks was.

"To further draw power from within the community."

The tribe Lyle joined was the Phantom Clan of Posuwa Paradise, a group of non-malignant, exceptionally intelligent beings. The moment the tribe accepted him, he advanced to Four Locks, gaining a particularly convenient spiritual analysis ability for gathering information.

How to further draw power from the tribe? How to proceed with that?

"Just sit and it will come." These were Mr. Scholar’s original words. According to his own description, it took him a month to advance from Four Locks to Five Locks, which was much shorter than other advancement rituals. And Mr. Scholar’s research indicates that advancing to Five Locks is naturally meant to happen, at least for large tribes like the Arcanists, where advancing to Five Locks is as natural as drinking water, coming with time.

As for those tribes with weaker power, sorry, the Blue Dragon Priest, the King of Magic doesn’t come into contact with the weaker tribes. Even before the establishment of the Arcanists, the Dolgette Family had been among the best in hereditary nobility, natural leaders. Mr. Scholar did not understand how to strengthen weaker tribes; the best solution he could think of was annexation.

At the time of parting, Mr. Scholar moved his chains and tapped lightly on Lyle’s head.

"You can go ask the Giant Dragon, strictly speaking, Lyle, you are not an Arcanist, but a Spirit Summoner educated by the system. There are disparities between different spellcasting professions, you should ask your Spirit Summoning professor; perhaps he has a method more suitable for you."

Lyle hadn’t planned on consulting the Giant Dragon. He had stopped being a Lich, and now as the Father of All Dragons, he had taken a wife and fathered children; to now go bother him inquiring about things related to his death. Lyle understood the Giant Dragon would not be angry, it just felt a bit embarrassing.

As Lyle passed through the teleportation gate and arrived in front of Dagnet, the Giant Dragon’s Nest, this is what he thought.

Upon reaching the dense Dragon Saliva Tree forest, Lyle gazed at the distant sky where the storm clouds entangled threateningly, almost eclipsing all light, angrier and more fearsome than thunder was the roar of the Father of All Dragons.

"I certainly don’t remember raising you to be this way! You rebellious little dragon brat!!!"

A bout over fatherly love had become routine to Lyle; he straightened his clothes and told Nia to stay honestly inside his collar, trying his best to reduce his profile with dignity to avoid being accidentally hurt.

The closer he got to the center, the more frenetic and louder the agitated dragon roars became. The storm sang its war chant, and the overlapping dragon shadows writhed together in the tempest, a unilateral struggle.

Lyle exchanged greetings with the Giant Twilight Dragon Silvette, who lay near the epicenter of the explosion, tenderly watching the quarrel between the large and the small, treating the disturbance that could obliterate any nation as daily routine.

In the intersection of lightning, Lyle saw his immense mentor. Scales leaped with electrical arcs turning a dazzling white, his hind legs crossed, tail touching the ground, causing explosive sounds when swatted against the earth with its spine-lined length.

Mr. Giant Dragon wasn’t using his full strength; only his two front claws joined the battle along with his scolding maw.

In this completely one-sided situation, his rebellious offspring was already grasped in his paws, with the separated sharp claws pinning down the young dragon’s nape and the exertion point of the wing roots. The young dragon’s indignant roaring couldn’t change the fact that he was held down by his father’s claw. Moreover, Mr. Giant Dragon had another claw viciously knocking on Imelt’s forehead while muttering something like a mantra.

"Beardy, beardy, beardy..."

The humiliation of being toyed with enraged the Red Dragon Queen Imelt, who swung her only movable tail, aiming for a fierce blow to her father’s left face. She failed; the martial arts master Mr. Giant Dragon effortlessly dodged the sweeping attack and executed a Dragon Capturing Claw move, coiling the Red Dragon Queen into a dragon ball.

The humiliated Red Dragon Queen roared in discontent, "That’s racial discrimination, what’s wrong with dwarves!! Dwarves can be cute too! Don’t meddle with me!!!"

The father of dragons was even more provoked; he opened his mouth wide as if to swallow his daughter whole.

"What’s wrong with me!! What’s wrong with my aesthetic taste!!! My most beautiful treasure, I’m scared of melting her in my mouth!! I send you out looking all pretty, and you come back looking like this?!! Ah~! Like someone punched flat into a stubby dwarf!! Still reminiscing about your darn beard!! What need do girls have for beard jewelry!!! Are you sick!!! Everyone wearing fake beards is damn sick!!!"

"I don’t care what’s wrong!! I’m your father!!!"

"Just you wait, one day I’ll slaughter all those stubby dwarfs!!!"

"Using my precious jewels as if they’re mere lumps of coal!!!"

"In the name of Yemotar the Devourer, I will kill all those dwarfs who covet my daughter!!!"