Above The Sky
Chapter 828 - 828 47 Making the Mountain People Great Again!

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

(6600)_2 828: Chapter 47: Making the Mountain People Great Again!

(6600)_2 But now, he was beginning to have his doubts.

Not because of the other Mountain People, but because of a White Folk… who claimed to have the Mountain People’s Bloodline.

During their journey, Ian modified some details of his experience in the Avak Domain and shared it with Elder Mantle.

In his story, while he was in the Imperial Capital, he had already gained access to the entire transcript of the Book of Silver Radiance through Count Phoenix’s channels and sensed the unique aura of the Book of Silver Radiance.

In the Azure City Laboratory, he once again sensed the aura of the Book of Silver Radiance and faintly resonated with the Spirit Energy within the Subspace Labyrinth’s books, receiving some Inheritance.

And as if it were destiny, upon Ian’s return to the Leyan Territory, he used the Inheritance to successfully obtain a more complete Sacrificial Inheritance from Dazzling Lake.

The Sacramental Saint Seal was proof of this.

It sounded far-fetched, and indeed, it was all made up by Ian, but these were not impossible events.

Magic Guidebooks and Holy Books, as Spirit Energy constructs housing sentient spirit souls, do indeed actively seek out their inheritors.

If Ian were indeed the Dragon God’s Chosen One, the real Dragon God’s Emissary as he claimed, then gaining recognition from the Book of Silver Radiance would be no difficult feat.

This was something that could not be faked.

Multiple lies with a single truth at the end left Elder Mantle with no discrepancies to find.

Even if there were…

so what?

Ian had indeed given him the complete Third Energy Level Magic Potion formula of the Wind Guardian Dragon, along with the relevant advancement rituals.

– By entering the clouds on a stormy day, the Spirit Energy Field formed by oneself stirs the clouds, creates a vortex of a specific shape, and with a sufficient convergence of natural Origin Quality of the Wind Attribute, taking the Magic Potion would result in advancement.

Although this had not been verified yet, the experience Elder Mantle gained from years of studying his own Bloodline convinced him that the potions and rituals Ian provided were correct.

This convinced Elder Mantle that Ian was indeed not on the same side as the Empire.

“You claim you want to go to the Yasteel Mountain, as guided by the Dragon God.

To tell you the truth, Ian, the Dragon God guides no one, be it Mountain People or White Folks.”

“If He is not dead, He certainly will not return now, of this I am certain without doubt.”

Walking atop the Cliff, Elder Mantle slowly said: “But I don’t care about your lies, the Holy Ground has been sealed off for many years, coveted for its secrets not just by Fiery Flame Land and the Empire, but even we Mountain People are not permitted enter.

You obtaining the Sacramental Saint Seal indeed makes you closer to the identity of the Dragon God’s offspring than us Mountain People.”

“If you really can obtain something from Yasteel Mountain…

then, the Abode Tribe will completely recognize your identity as the Dragon God’s Holy Emissary.”

Previously, Elder Mantle’s acknowledgment of Ian’s identity as the Dragon God’s Emissary was essentially just an acknowledgment that Ian carried Dragon Blood, he was merely providing backing for this point, everything else was blown out of proportion by a Ballad Poet that the youth himself had hired in the South Ridge.

But this time, what the elder promised was ‘the full support of the Abode Tribe’—whether Ian wanted to conquer other Mountain Tribe or become the Mountain People’s Lord, Elder Mantle would support him.

“I will prove with my actions that I am indeed blessed by the Dragon God, and that I truly do carry the blood of the Mountain People.”

Ian ignored whatever Elder Mantle said, just stubbornly sticking to his own story: “Just let me go to Yasteel Mountain, and I can definitely make you all believe.”

Elder Mantle fell silent, feeling that the reason he hadn’t made much progress in unifying the Mountain People over the years might be the lack of someone with a thick face like Ian’s.

– If you want to claim you’re one of the Mountain People, at least get a darker tan!

Crossing the Cliff, one could face the body of Yasteel Mountain head-on, its dark, metallic surface embraced by clouds, smooth as new after centuries of wind and rain, slanted rock faces like mirrors reflecting the deep sky, exuding a desolate and solitary sacred aura.

Birds circled below the clouds, crying out.

Based on appearance alone, Yasteel Mountain was indeed a mystical place beyond ordinary imagination, deserving of the name Mountaineer Sacred Land.

“At the summit is the ancient Dragon Nest Altar, where the Dragon God once lay dormant for ten years, turning the entire mountain into Qing Steel Stone with His power, rendering the originally fragile rocky mountain indestructible.”

At this moment, there was no road beneath them, Elder Mantle looked up at the summit of Yasteel Mountain, beyond the clouds lay an ancient dust-covered sacrificial ground of black rock.

The elder gazed at the Holy Mountain, his tone mixed with nostalgia and pride as he introduced to Ian: “This is a manifestation of our Mountain People’s former glory, in the days when the Dragon God’s progeny were thriving, every decade, leaders of all tribes would gather here to decide the tribe’s future.”

“Then, upon the dark Summit of the Holy Mountain, a silver radiance would be ignited, the torches of Dragon God Sacrificial Fire illuminating the mountains and heavens, almost like a second sun.”

“Ian, our ancestors once looked down upon the mountains from this summit, the progeny of the Dragon God walked and grew among these ranges—the self-designation of Mountain People is not what you Imperial People call crude mountain savages, our mountains encompasses every blade of grass and tree among these ranges, it is the bright moonlight in the quiet sky, it is the rivers and streams flowing through the gorges, it is the calm and serene deep lakes…

In these mountains, beneath the ancient altars, among the smoke of the tribes’ hearths, is our home.”

“The mountain is our home, it is the symbol that unites us as one.”