Above The Sky
Chapter 881 - 881 60 A Great Wind Will Arise W_5

881: Chapter 60 A Great Wind Will Arise (Chapter W)_5 881: Chapter 60 A Great Wind Will Arise (Chapter W)_5 Dark clouds shrouded the center of the Bison Mountain Range, the gloomy darkness and mist together obscured the mountains and plains, forests, and those ceaselessly flowing rivers and lakes also rippled with the gusts of wind, flowing even faster, as a massive cloud vortex took form centered around the Iron Dragon Nest.

Although the ancient Dragon God’s inheritance had not fully opened, the leakage of its power was already enough to cause changes in the celestial phenomena, signaling that a great shift was imminent.

Standing atop a peak of the Iron Dragon Nest, Ian lifted his head, watching the surrounding clouds that loitered — a vast Spirit Energy Field was being siphoned by the Iron Dragon Nest, forming an energy well on the Terra Continent.

This overcast sky and haze were not the dragon manipulating the clouds and rain, but rather the parched Dragon Nest swallowing up the breath of the four seas to quench its thirsty throat.

Ian indeed had not yet touched the deepest part of the inheritance within the Iron Dragon Nest; he had merely activated the long-silent Inscription array inside the entirety of the Iron Dragon Nest with his own Dragon Blood.

Back then, it was the Qing Steel Dragon who did the same, drawing from the natural Origin Quality of the entire Bison Mountain Range to heal its wounds.

Now, hundreds of years later, people regarded such mystical phenomena as a divine miracle.

Chilly rain began to patter down, and in the blink of an eye, torrents of rain had descended around Ian, with the temperature plummeting to freezing point due to the energy being drawn into the Dragon Nest.

Layers of frost spread beneath his feet.

Within the pitch-black clouds, lightning crisscrossed, and a bolt fell abruptly, landing in a winding path not far away, illuminating the calm face of the young man.

Ian gazed into the distance, waiting.

Waiting for the arrival of his enemy.

——Frodo Autonomous Region, the battlefield.

By the sea, it was the decisive land for the battle between Mountain People and Mountain People, both camps illuminated by torches and lights, dense and numerous, like fireflies covering the hills and fields.

The stout middle-aged Chieftain of the Jiamu Sect, Kode Jiamu, stood in front of his own tent, gazing intently at the city district and defenses of the Frodo Autonomous Region, motionless as if he were a statue.

The flames behind him stretched the figure of this Third-Level Sublimator.

——Dragon God’s Emissary.

These words flashed across his mind, and a voice repeated them over and over, whispering in his ear time and again.

From the age of five, the moment his Bloodline reaction was detected and he opened his eyes, he had to face an entire day of unbelievably rigorous training.

It wasn’t merely physical endurance, but also mental refinement and contemplation.

He was of the Mountain People; they were not only a brute tribe skilled with blades and guns but also an independent civilization with its own cultural heritage, philosophies, and technologies.

Since childhood, Kode had to undergo comprehensive training as the Chieftain’s successor.

He had to read the sacrificial texts of the Dragon God, understand the history of the Mountain People, know the significance of every job within his tribe from infancy to adulthood.

His Priest teacher and Chieftain mother taught him day and night about Sublimators, fostering him to become a leader — the wisest, most tenacious, and most stalwart person in the entire tribe.

Without a doubt, he succeeded.

Kode was the prodigy spoken of among the Mountain People.

In the year he just passed adolescence, he became a First-Level Sublimator, catching up to his mother, and before twenty, he had become a Second-Level Sublimator, on par with his teacher.

That day, all the Mountain People came to Kode’s door, each bringing gifts filled with their heartfelt thoughts for Kode.

They were not precious; the majority were just some fresh wild fruits, hunted beast meat, stones that seemed unique, and carefully carved small statues.

The newly grown Kode found all this overwhelming, even wanting to flee — at that time, he did not understand that this was what’s called ‘placing hope,’ and he instinctively felt he could not reciprocate this hope, thus wanting to escape the heavy responsibilities.

But his mother pulled him back.

That robust woman, whose voice was like the bellow of an ox, tenderly embraced her child, telling him that he would become a leader far greater than her, the pride and hope of the Jiamu Sect.

He should face it all, just as the mountains confront the wind, rain, and thunder.

Only then could he become a true man.

Become the Emissary of the Dragon God that everyone hoped for.

Kode somewhat understood, and somewhat did not.

But after that, he never fled from anything ever again.

Later on, his mother died hunting Magical Beasts deep in the mountains, and his teacher also passed away due to age.

Kode then became the Chieftain of the Jiamu Sect.

The Tribal Alliance said he was a Warrior blessed by the Dragon God; he could easily slay those Magical Beasts that previous and prior Chieftains and Priests couldn’t, even the Beast Kings of the wild would retreat at the sight of him.

If he could break the Mountain People’s Curse and carry out the heroic task, then unifying all of the Mountain People and becoming the Emissary of the Dragon God was his destiny.

Kode thought so too.

But he, much wiser than his own tribesmen and knowing much more, understood that he would likely never become a Third-Level Sublimator in his lifetime.

Never become the Dragon God’s Emissary.

The Empire blocked all progression channels for the Mountain People, unless the Mountain People were willing to leave the mountains they lived in, to join the armies of The Empire, to enter the cities of The Empire, to become an Imperial Person — many talented individuals among the Mountain People had chosen this path, leaving their tribes, forsaking the earnest requests and hopes of their own people, stepping out of the Bison Mountains alone, joining The Empire, and becoming a member of The Empire.