Above The Sky
Chapter 835 - 835 49 It's Just Like the Stars 6700_2

835: Chapter 49 It’s Just Like the Stars (6700)_2 835: Chapter 49 It’s Just Like the Stars (6700)_2 “And moreover, this memory lacks the scenery from when Solstana was born—instead, it seems to be deliberately extracted, to tell me, the observer of the inheritance, why He came to Terra.”

“There must be more to follow.”

Delving further with spirit, Ian mined the memories stored within Holy Mountain through the workings of Retrospective Vision and the power of the Silver Chip.

Soon, a completely new scene emerged, but it was not a memory of the Qing Steel Dragon’s initial arrival on Terra.

Rather, it was the vision of His final moment approaching death.

—Centuries ago, at the peak of Qiang Steel Mountain.

Winter clouds lingered around the edge of the sky and the horizon, as a brutally fierce blizzard swept through the entire mountain range.

Only Qiang Steel Sacred Mountain, thanks to its high elevation and the protection of the Dragon God, still enjoyed the warmth of the sun.

Under the golden radiance, a silvery-gray dragon lay prostrate at the very center of the mountain summit.

He was already quite old, and though His scales and core chips remained sturdy, they no longer shone with the luster of His youth.

His bright silver eyes, perhaps because the eyelids drooped, seemed lusterless.

He could make Himself look younger, but there was no need.

Solstana had no fear of death, and He has lived a rich and perfect life; loved by some, feared by others, worshipped by many, and respected by all.

Even as a dragon, He could feel content, for although He has not completed His mission, He has lived a life that was His own.

Basking in the warmth of the sunshine, the aged Bison Dragon God sensed someone approaching Him.

It was a tall Mountain Person, with brown hair and light purple eyes, lightning coursing through him, carrying a large sword that flickered with electric arcs on his back.

He humbly knelt on one knee before the ancient dragon, deeply bowing his head.

“Your Majesty, there are Mystical Phenomena to the northeast.

Canaan Moore has been hit by a cold disaster, and the air on this side of the mountain range is growing colder…

The blizzard has swept over hundreds of tribal settlements, and we must go all out for disaster relief.

The people serving You might be fewer…”

To Solstana, the leaders of the Dragon God’s Kingdom were but children.

He remembered the man’s name, Mingshan Xuanfeng; he was the Chieftain of this generation’s Xuanfeng Sect.

His towering height and booming voice made him the chosen one to report important matters of the kingdom to Him.

But in reality, the old dragon could clearly hear even the friction of ant antennae, so why such a loud voice?

However, it boiled down to the little ones’ good intentions; after listening to the Xuanfeng family’s messages for so many generations, Solstana had already grown accustomed to such voices.

In His long life compared to humans, the dragon couldn’t say He liked Humans much but definitely didn’t dislike these energetic beings.

He had watched the ancestors of the person before Him follow His steps, carving out the first wasteland among the mountains.

To keep up with His pace, to match the speed of His flight, they hunted magical beasts of lightning with all their might.

And not just that…

there were many, many more…

Images of many people suddenly emerged in Solstana’s mind; He remembered the ancestors of the many tribes of the Mountain People: the ancestor from the Xuanfeng Sect was a tall, silent man skilled in handicrafts, who carved the first wooden statue for Him; the Chieftain from the Abode Tribe was a gentle woman adept with dual blades, who excelled both at tearing apart an enemy’s Body and at slicing vegetables, the dream lover of all Mountain People at the time.

He remembered the Chieftains of the Sheyan Tribe and the Yanstone Clan, those long pointed noses and a pair of pudgy big ears, Old Boka and Baifu were good brothers, joining Him quite late, but most eager and clever in helping Him search for the Mystical Phenomena, each consuming the Magic Potion of the Iron Rock Snake and the Felsic Bear Lizard, all just to traverse the mountain range, helping Him to explore those minor places for clues.

And there were many, many more people, their own visages, those of their descendants and future generations, all flashed before the eyes of the Dragon God.

They had long since died, returned to nature between the mountains and the earth.

The immortal dragon felt no sorrow, for that was the life of humans; they never regretted, so what was there for Him to feel sorry about?

But, it was time.

As He grew older, Solstana felt His heart become indifferent, starting to fail in recalling those faces.

Yes, the Mountain People He once casually helped had nearly established their own kingdom, and aside from the very beginning, He didn’t bestow any subsequent protection over them.

Of course, if one had to say, allowing these Mountain People to live on His territory could perhaps also be considered a form of protection…

but wasn’t it quite interesting?

Watching the little ones being born, die, build their homes on this land, offering sacrifices and prayers by His side, praising His and the mountains’ name.

Such a life was also quite good.

But now, in Solstana’s heart, there was no longer that inexplicable satisfaction and pride, no longer the pride of being their ‘Mountain Dragon God.’

Now, the only thing in His heart was a light feeling of looking down from above, an indescribable sense of estrangement.

Time turned too many familiar things into indifference.

The wooden statues had decayed, the stone idols eroded in the wind, the steel-cast divine dragons also rusted, stained with the color of Qing.