Chapter 238 Learning Voss’s Plan & Ancestor’s Schemes (Part-1)

Roy, with his eyes closed, balled his hand into a fist and felt the newfound strength coursing throughout his body.

He was awed by how strong he had become.

Previously, he could only hold 30000 units of aura in his body, which is around one-third of the amount of aura that a peak-level aura master can contain in his body and aura meridians combined.

But now, because the amount Roy could withhold in his body had surged to a hundred thousand units, his aura capacity was greater than aura masters and comparable to a grandmaster.

“Your stage is not equal to a peak-level aura master, but your power level is. But don’t be too complacent. There are a few monsters like you in the Thousand Great Worlds. For example, Alucard, the son of Dracula, and the Son of Fenrir of that Major Realm were in the aura master stage when they were born. Learn different types of Forces. If you manage to learn four and comprehend the way to combine them with your sword skills and abilities, I can confidently say you will have no rivals below the grandmaster stage.” Yulran Tragon said to Roy. He was thinking too highly of him.

Roy glanced at him. “Hopefully, I will be able to live up to your expectations.”

Force was the truest representation of strength in the Far West.

The better one was at using it, the stronger he would be compared to others in the same level and stage as him.

If you were really, really good at using it, it wouldn’t be a problem for you to defeat one person or an entire group of people one or two stages above you.

Of course, such people were too few in the Thousand Great Worlds, and Roy was one of them.

Yulran Tragon eyed his descendant and gave him a head nod, impressed by hiw handsome appearance.

Truly, another swan was born into a family of frogs.

“Do you have any questions?” Yulran Tragon asked.

“Yes, I do have one.” Roy pointed at the egg in the center of the chamber. “What’s this?”

“That is a divine-grade egg, pooped out by a Formless Siren. A very useful, loving, and strong companion can be gained if you hatch it. But know this, all who came before you either failed to or didn’t want to hatch her.” Yulran Tragon answered Roy.

“Why, is it hard to hatch her?” Roy questioned him.

“First of all, you need to overcome the draconian spirit that is guarding her. Only when you succeed in defeating it would you gain the right to hatch her. Most of the pure-blooded that came before you failed to overcome it. Thus, their right to hatch her was naturally forfeited.” Yulran Tragon explained.

“Wait, how do I hatch her?” Roy asked. “Would sitting on her and warming her with my bum work?”

Yulran rolled his eyes at Roy in anger. How can he think of doing that to his lovely companion? A crimson dragon should cherish a formless siren; love them like crazy! How could he think of sitting on them, even if they are in their egg form? Was he crazy?

No, Roy was just ignorant about the affair between Crimson Dragons and Water Celestials and the descendants of both.

He didn’t know that his fantasy of getting a strong and ferocious mermaid pet that could summon water waves and drown and blast away his opponent with water would all come crashing down if the egg hatched.

“No, you imbecile.” Yulran Tragon smacked his head. “Just spill your blood on her, and she will hatch if your fates are interconnected!”

“I see.” Roy looked away from the egg, his gaze landing on the wisp of his ancestor’s soul.

“What about those who defeated the draconian soul but decided against hatching her? Why did they not want to hatch her?”

“I am not omnipotent. How would I know?”

“Really?” Roy looked at him suspiciously.

Yulran Tragon broke eye contact with him.

Roy realized he was hiding something from him.

“Can’t she hatch by herself?” Roy poked around for answers.

Under his scorching gaze, Yulran Tragon coughed out to him a bitter truth.

“She can, and she would have 120 years ago if that Voss bastard hadn’t started eyeing her 150 years ago. Seriously, he is too much of a pedophile. Every month, he would borrow the body of his sons to come here and sing her a sickening lullaby. I had to hide underground and lower my presence to the extreme to escape his senses each time. Those days are the most annoying ones of my life.”

A mighty dragon like him having to hide from a disgusting little beast was the most shameful part of his part.

“I am certain he doesn’t love her. So, why is he so obsessed with her?” Roy questioned.

“As you already know, he wants to change his bloodline. He always had the desire to improve his bloodline to a level similar to a Crimson Dragon, but it became his obsession after Ninam punished him for being too overbearing and annihilated his Demi-God body and pinned his Immortal Soul to a certain mountain in the Ashen Land.”

“Without changing his bloodline to something stronger and holier, he would never be able to escape that area of the ashen lands.”

After hearing his words, Roy’s ears perked up, and he listened to his ancestors more attentively.

“The crux of the matter is that hunting down Pure-Blooded for their blood isn’t the only way to strengthen his bloodline. The blood of formless Sirens can also benefit him. He is vile, crooked, and extremely wicked. That’s why he was able to cook up the idea of mating with the formless Siren to produce kids with a special bloodline and devour them to upgrade and refine his bloodline. She is no different than a chicken that can lay golden eggs for him. She understood his intention and thus decided not to hatch.” Yulran Tragon clarified to Roy.