Above The Sky
Chapter 827 - 827 47 Making the Mountain People Great Again!

827: Chapter 47: Making the Mountain People Great Again!

(6600) 827: Chapter 47: Making the Mountain People Great Again!

(6600) Whether Ian truly possesses the bloodline of the Mountain People is another matter, but that he possesses the heritage of Mountain People is beyond any doubt.

After driving away Mojian, Elder Mantle took Ian and Green Tide back to the core of the Abode Tribe, which is above the Sacrificial Chamber where Ian was initially ‘healing’, located on the Sacrificial Platform at the mountainside.

Here, Ian once again summoned the Sacramental Saint Seal, causing a silver-gray dragon shadow to emerge and rotate ascending within the altar, as if a living creature.

——It was not a counterfeit; indeed, Ian had received the inheritance of the Dragon God Priest from Dazzling Lake!

After confirming this, Elder Mantle felt not only shocked but also ecstatic.

The true Priest of the Dragon God has appeared after centuries, and the heritage has returned…

Could it be that his wish, bordering on the impossible for so many years, has finally come to fruition?!

However, once calmed, the elder realized that things wouldn’t be so simple.

Ian could have simply sat back and watched him fail to break through, becoming a true core member of the Southern Ridge Worship Dragon Sect — Anfa was a Canaan Moore, The King and Sio being True Dragons, not of the same lineage as Humans, and Pansha did not have the Second Energy Level — Ian could have waited, gaining power through the easiest method, then used the Sacramental Saint Seal to summon the Mountain People within the tribe.

But he did not do so.

This only represented one possibility…

that what Ian sought was far greater than the mere power over the Dragon Worship Cult and the Abode Tribe.

“Ian, what do you intend to do?”

Taking a deep breath, Elder Mantle spoke solemnly, “I will agree to any terms that I can fulfill.

But there are some things, even I cannot achieve, as you understand.”

“It won’t be that troublesome, I want to go to Yasteel Mountain,” Ian said calmly, making no secret of his intent: “Not those ordinary peaks suffused with the power of the Dragon God, but the true Holy Mountain, regarded as sacred land by our Mountain People.”

“Holy Mountain…

It can be done.”

The Elder frowned deeply, “What do you want to do there?

It has been dormant for a long time, the Dragon God Sacrificial Fire once lit by the tribes has been extinguished for two hundred years…”

“Indeed, it requires its long dormancy, it requires its extinguishment.”

Ian revealed a faint smile, “And I will go to ignite it once again.”

As he said this, a water-colored halo flickered in the youth’s eyes, showing a firm will: “Elder Mantle, I want to become a true Dragon God’s Emissary.”

“Then, quell this turmoil among the Mountain People, to let the Mountain People — or rather, all the Humans living on this land — once again flourish.”

“This is my purpose.”

“You want to quell this rebellion…

use the Holy Mountain to prove your status as an Emissary…”

Elder Mantle fell silent for a while, then raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brow.

He initially wanted to say it was impossible — but facing Ian, who had repeatedly brought him unexpected joy, the old man was somewhat uncertain.

“Alright.” In the end, he made up his mind: “Then I will take you there.”

“But before that,” Elder Mantle looked deeply at Ian: “You need to clearly explain everything to me…

whether it’s the Book of Silver Radiance or your inheritance, I want to know.”

“It should be so.” The white-haired youth agreed with a smile.

Elder Mantle’s bloodline came from the Wind Guardian Dragon, a Wind Attribute Sub-Dragon living around the Bison Mountain Range.

A type of dragon capable of whipping up fierce winds, stirring the clouds, and dancing amidst storms.

Once, numerous Wind Guardian Dragon groups served the Bison Dragon God, and their heritage remained among the Mountain People, but with the departure of the Dragon God, the Dragon Groups withdrew deep into the mountain range.

Furthermore, with the Book of Silver Radiance lost, save for a lucky few such as Elder Mantle who had a trace of the bloodline due to ancestral return, this lineage of Dragon Guardians was essentially considered completely lost.

But now, it had returned.

Under the guidance of the ‘Dragon God’s Emissary’.

Ian, Green Tide, and Elder Mantle walked towards Yasteel Mountain.

After receiving Ian’s assurance of ‘can be trusted’, Green Tide also followed along.

The Swordsman himself was somewhat hesitant, unsure if he deserved to be involved in such an important event.

Ian was indifferent: “There will be many grand scenes in the future, best you start getting used to it now.”

“Moreover, I need you to witness it.”

“How much grander can it be?” The Swordsman muttered to himself, “My old home never had such a scene…

Wow, truly beautiful.”

He admired the vista before him, uttering praise.

The lengthy trail through the mountains, under the moonlit night, reflected moon-white brilliance, winding forward into the heart of the mountains, with its end being a high peak, a metallic mountain of dark green and black hues.

That is Yasteel Mountain.

Generation after generation, the Abode Tribe guarded this sacred land, and the name Elder Mantle was derived from the Mountain People’s poem ‘Wandering the Long Cliff’.

And now, everyone was walking upon this Long Cliff, a bridge of cliffs formed by the protruding bodies of two peaks intertwining.

From here, one can overlook a great deal of the Yasteel Mountain Range, with red and yellow intermingled dense woods at the base of the cliff, where streams flowed, reflecting the moonlight from above.

Beside the woods, lay the gathering place of the Abode Tribe, a tapestry of golden lights interwoven, like a chessboard crafted from light.

Elder Mantle, so named, believed that guarding the tribe, guarding the Mountain People, was his sacred duty.

The Dragon Blood within him further convinced him of this belief — that he was a chosen one born to pull the Mountain People from the abyss.