Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 846 - 470: Golden Dragon Emperor, Divine King Daddy (Part 2)

"That's right, good child!"

When Noah saw the reforged Divine Weapon, seemingly ready to emerge into the world, joy flashed in his eyes. Yet, he didn't miss the chance to take verbal advantage,

"Can I bless it and infuse it with the Root Rules?"

Knowing only about the reforging, Noah wasn't satisfied and shamelessly made further demands.

Buzz～ 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

In response to Noah's demands, the World Will answered, with layers of divine light cascading down, continuously washing over this Divine Weapon.

The White Dragon entwined around the halberd's shaft began to move, as if it were a living creature, possessing its own Spirituality, while the long straight blades on either side displayed the Divine Mark of surging tides.

In the very center, on the blade akin to a sword edge, the dual nature of the Ocean presented itself—calm and serene, yet turbulent and surging, pregnant with the breadth to nurture all things and the savagery to destroy everything.

"Enough, enough!"

Seeing the Divine Weapon before him continuously vibrating, with chains wrapped around the blades on both sides, shaking and beginning to dance like Dragon Snakes, Noah immediately called a halt.

If the infusion continued, this Divine Weapon might truly transform into a unique living being with independent will.

The power the World Will could mobilize was enough to create anything—everything was within its rules. This was the power mastered by the Divine.

It was also the Epic Path, completely different from the Path of Sealing God. Only by mastering similar power can one transcend and become Immortal.

Voom～

Once more, the World Will obliged Noah's wish and withdrew its power. The already extraordinary reforged Divine Weapon, without the restraint of the Root Rules, instantly burst forth with magnificent divine light. A ray of divine radiance shot up from the Heavenly Temple, stirring the floating clouds in the sky. Above the Heavenly Temple, the vast shadow of an Ocean appeared, as if the vast sea hung upside down.

Despite the obvious phenomenon of the Divine Weapon which attracted much attention, once it was discovered that such a disturbance was caused by Noah, the Golden Dragon Emperor, all gazes withdrew, bearing no prying or greedy eyes.

"A bunch of cowards!"

Holding the Battle Halberd, Noah walked out from the temple, gazing up at the Sky Dome, then down at the earth. Upon noticing gaze after gaze retreating, unwilling to engage or cause any misunderstanding with him, he snorted lightly.

Having become a World Guardian and currently the highest level Guardian of his world, Noah could be said to be the true King of the world.

Even Demigods and Ascenders preparing for Divine Enthronement couldn't defeat him on his home ground, which was a Plane already referred to by nearby Planes as the Dragon Realm within the Material World.

How lonely is invincibility—Noah, who had become virtually unmatched, found himself particularly bored in the absence of leaving the world.

"In my hands, you have no place to prove your worth; there isn't even a chance for a blade to be stained with blood."

Noah glanced at the Divine Weapon, noble and ferocious yet exquisitely crafted in its details, and after admiring it for a moment with a sense of reluctance, he flung it into the Void.

Although it wasn't for others, but for the split soul sharing the same will, the treasure in a clone's hands could never be as dependable as when held by the original body.

"Go!"

Divine light pierced the infinite Void, traversing time and space, finally falling into the Space-Time Realm concealed among a billion Planes. Pure watery light descended into the winding river, where a White-scaled Dragon Claw firmly grasped it.

"At last, I have a weapon to my taste!"

Compared to the original body, with the support of the World Will at its back, surveying all races with absolute supremacy, the clone, the White Emperor, Master of Mountains and Rivers, found his recent circumstances truly somewhat challenging.

Impacted by the fallout from Divine King Odin, the White Emperor was now the most wanted in the Space-Time Realm, as the previous Odin clone had already been suppressed.

Naturally, Noah became someone whom many True Divine Artifacts wish to eliminate swiftly, especially after Noah forcibly seized a True Divine Artifact, provoking a great crisis among the others.

Yet, experiencing a taste of being the enemy of the world made the White Emperor find it extremely amusing, for he was merely a Split Soul. Even if the worst came to pass and he met the same fate as Odin, it would only be a restart.

As long as the original body existed, he would have endless opportunities to start anew, unlike the True Divine Artifacts. If caught by him once, they would be placed on the altar.

This was also why Odin refused Noah's help because he too had countless chances to start over. It was just his clone that stumbled, and he would try again.

"Huh!"

A White Dragon, appearing rather small, poked its head out from the lush aquatic plants, looking towards the starry sky. It saw a dark meteor streak down to the Sky Dome, a presence all too familiar to Noah.

Odin had restarted.

"Old guy!"

Though the Divine King's original body hadn't sought him out, the White Emperor self-consciously pursued the streak of that meteor into the mid-tier Continent within the dominion of the Human Empire.

At this moment, the White Emperor, naturally assimilated into local customs, transformed into a wandering warrior, infiltrating the Human Empire's domain. Following that wisp of soul aura only he could sense, he discovered the reincarnation of Odin's second Split Soul.

In the narrow, constricted alley, rain drizzled down, and wastewater flowed along with the stench of decaying food, human and animal waste, mixed with various life discards, forming an unbearable odor drifting in the air. In the mound of trash, a bundle wrapped in tattered cloth was gently wriggling.

A beautiful white-haired youth, using the Mage's Hand, extracted the bundle from the garbage heap, discarding the ragged maternity gown effortlessly, revealing a newborn with its umbilical cord yet uncut.

Undoubtedly, this was an abandoned baby, a pitiful creature discarded shortly after birth, evidenced by the lingering amniotic fluid on his body and his wrinkled, purplish skin, showing how miserable this infant truly was.

Without intervention, it likely wouldn't be long before he left this unfriendly and harsh world.

No matter how special the soul within this infant's body might be, at the moment of birth, it is most fragile. Even in past lives, Reincarnators faced peril during reincarnation, making a Guardian necessary.

During their first dispatch of Split Souls, neither Noah nor Odin hit the jackpot. Although Noah's luck wasn't great, it wasn't terrible either, whereas Odin's luck this time was awful, an utterly disastrous start.

But with Noah backing him, no matter how bad, it wouldn't be catastrophic. However, precisely due to Noah's presence, this time's reincarnation was exceedingly tough for the Divine King.

"From today on, you are my child. I will be responsible for raising you to adulthood. Considering this act of nurturing, isn't it justified you call me Father?"

The White Emperor looked at the child who had also opened his eyes, coldly gazing at him, and said with a smile.

"..."

Odin's reincarnated self said nothing, simply closing his eyes, ignoring Noah altogether.

"If you don't speak, I'll take it that you agree. From today on, I am your Father."

Noah, fond of assuming fatherhood by force, confirmed the relationship on his own, adding to his titles Odin's Father.

When Odin reassumes the Divine Position and accrues Divine King's power, Noah can boast about it.

As the White Emperor assumed the role of Divine King caregiver, before the altar of the Heavenly Temple, Noah glared at the wisp of Source Energy thin to near nothingness in front of him, feeling quite unwilling,

"Just this much?"

The now silent World Will did not respond to Noah. What could be taken was taken, what could be given was given; it didn't care about satisfaction.

"Can't you give a bit more? It's a True Divine Artifact, after all. Give me more, so my clone can put in more effort, and when he plunders more True Divine Artifacts, won't the benefits ultimately be yours?"