The huge golden horse was made of divine power and had just walked through the gates of the Saron Empire when the door of the luxurious carriage it was pulling opened from the inside.
The High Priest, dressed in white, slowly stepped down from the carriage, his straight pale golden hair reaching to his waist, and his luscious pale blue eyes were filled with a compassionate tenderness.
The High Priest looked only twenty-five years old, with features more delicate and feminine than any woman’s, and his whole figure was as dazzling as a white rose.
But in truth, even the priests could not figure out his age, nor how many generations he had passed through. But as High Priest, he remained eternally youthful and ageless, always at his most perfect age.
Perfect and pure, yet gentle and powerful, High Priest Christian was the vision of all the men and women of this mighty empire. He was a god-like being in this country!
As he stepped out of the carriage with unparalleled grace, he chanted an incantation to the golden carriage, and a pale golden glow emanated from it, followed by countless pale golden stars emanating from the golden horse.
The carriage, which had been magnificent, slowly shrank and turned into an ordinary carriage, while the dazzling golden horse turned into an ordinary white stallion. The entire team of knights that followed it disappeared as if they had never existed.
This was the High Priest’s most famous technique: the summoning of divine soldiers.
In the Saron Empire, priests were a great and honorable profession, called “prophets of the gods” and “demigods.”
Priests possessed divine power and were the messengers between humans and the gods, conveying both the prayers and devotional beliefs of humans to the gods and the will of the gods to humans, so they had a very high status among humans, and even the monarchs were a step below them.
Seeing this miraculous scene before them, the faces of the kneeling guards grew more and more devout as they gazed with the utmost reverence at the perfect High Priest, knowing only the High Priest and not King Alexander.
Christian smiled faintly at the sight before him and gave his most venerable smile, “May the gods be with you.”
At these words, the guards clenched their hands into fists on their chests and said with one voice, “Thank you god for your favor and blessing!”
Christian nodded with a smile and said to the head guard, who was kneeling at the front, “Please take my horse to the stables at the back of the priest’s temple. It needs rest. Thank you.”
The head guard blushed when he saw the High Priest looking at him alone, and hurriedly stood up straight and patted his chest, “As you wish, Lord High Priest!”
Satisfied with the answer, the High Priest smiled gently, patted the head guard on the shoulder, and said, “May the gods be with you” before turning his head and walking slowly towards the priest’s temple.
Christian’s pace was slow; it was early in the morning, and the road was busy with palace guards and attendants who had just gone to work. When they saw him, who was glowing from afar, they all stopped their work and half-kneeled to the ground to watch his departure with reverent eyes.
Without looking away, Christian tilted his head slightly and took a deep breath, enjoying the worship and reverent gazes.
It was a wonderful feeling to be standing on the altar of God, being held in the sky by the stars.
A treacherous smile crept imperceptibly to the corners of his slightly shifting lips.
As long as the Black Dragon was imprisoned in the underground palace, he would always have the most perfect appearance, the most divine power, and the highest status in the land.
What was the throne of an emperor? He did not have to salute King Alexander if he stood in front of him.
As soon as the High Priest entered the Saron Empire, the news reached the Temple of Priests. The nine priests stood in their priestly robes outside the Temple of Sacrifice, waiting.
After waiting for a long time, the awaited High Priest finally arrived.
The nine men rushed forward, lined up and half-kneeled on the ground in salute, and Christian greeted them with a casual wave of his hand as he walked towards the council chamber inside the temple, “You have sent me three chicken-feather letters in quick succession. What has happened?”
The nine priests looked at each other, but no one dared to speak up.
The High Priest seemed gentle and kind on the outside, but in reality he was ruthless at heart, and one of the priests had once been burned alive by the High Priest for refuting his opinion in public.
Without an answer, Christian suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Turning back to the nine obsequious priests, he frowned and gave them a contemptuous glance, saying, “What, no one will tell me?”
The nine men’s bodies trembled, and the priest who had stopped Bai Lixin that day gulped and took a step forward, “Your Highness, the Honorable High Priest, King Alexander broke into the underground palace and released the black dragon from its seal.”
This head priest, named Kenny, was the longest-serving head priest who had followed Christian, and he was also the most senior and vocal of the nine priests.
No sooner had he said the words than his body suddenly ripped with pain, and his limbs seemed to be pulled outwards by something. His heart fluttering, he hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy, “Your Highness, that King Alexander claimed to have received an oracle, and he was even holding the legendary golden lance in his hand when he came out of the underground palace!”
The excruciating pain in his body stopped abruptly, and Kenny breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the cold sweat from the corner of his forehead.
Christian frowned, “You’re saying he removed the artifact, and you saw it with your own eyes?”
Kenny nodded, “Yes, Your Highness High Priestess, he was holding the lance in his hand and all nine of us were present.”
Christian scanned the other eight men, and the eight priests’ bodies suddenly tightened as they hurriedly nodded desperately.
Certain that the nine men were not lying, a certain look of horror suddenly appeared in Christian’s pale blue eyes, but it quickly flickered away.
He swallowed and threw his sleeve back hard, “Ridiculous. I have not received any oracle about freeing the Black Dragon, who has always been cunning and treacherous. It must be this Black Dragon who has used evil magic to compel King Alexander. ”
The crowd nodded, and Kenny added, “That’s what we suspected, but this Black Dragon is simply too powerful, and for some reason, King Alexander also seemed to have gained some kind of power overnight and suddenly became very powerful. The nine of us could not stand up to them even if we joined forces, which is why we sent an urgent letter to you. ”
Christian took a deep breath and nodded, “En, you have done well. The evil Black Dragon has compelled King Alexander and made him a slave of darkness. We must use the power of the gods to save him. In this way, you may go back first. This will be a bit tricky, and I am a bit tired. When I have rested for a while, I will go to King Alexander. ”
The chief priests were relieved by the order and performed another reverent ritual before they left and walked out of the hall.
Only when he was sure that everyone had left, did Christian turn his head abruptly towards his chambers and walk anxiously. His pace was disorganized, and his mouth was ragged with breath.
Christian had ordered that no one should ever approach his chambers, so the path to his chambers was empty, and he began to walk at a brisk pace at first, but then began to run wildly.
If anyone had passed by in this corridor today, they would have screamed in surprise. Christian’s long, silky blonde hair was now dull, and much of it was slowly falling out of his scalp.
And his body slowly began to shrink. What had been a slender body a moment ago was now hunched over. His skin was no longer fair and smooth, but had become rough.
His face was not the same as it had been; the corners of his eyes drooped and his mouth was sunken. In just a quarter of an hour, he had gone from a handsome man of about twenty-five to a senile old man!
His steps became increasingly frantic and he finally reached his bedchamber, pushing open the door with great effort and then hurriedly closing it and inserting it tightly.
Only when he had done so did he rush to his bedchamber and take a beautifully carved wooden box out of the delicate mahogany cabinet beside his bed.
He recited an incantation to the wooden box with a trembling hand, which opened with a sound. Inside were a dozen small transparent bottles containing a black, sticky liquid that looked very strange.
When Christian saw these bottles, his eyes, which had been scattered, coalesced again, and he hurriedly took one of the bottles out, uncorked it, and drank it down.
Something miraculous happened as he drank the black liquid.
The hair that had not fallen out slowly began to fall out, and as it did, new hair grew out of his pores.
His body, which had been hunched over a moment before, was once again upright, and those rough skins were tight and smooth again, giving off a youthful appearance. He had actually become as young and beautiful as twenty-five again.
A long breath of relief escaped Christian’s lips as he saw the change in his body.
He took off the white jacket he was wearing and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling mirror, wearing only the cream-colored robe underneath, staring in fascination at his perfect face in the mirror.
More than two hundred years ago, he inadvertently took a sip of the blood of a black dragon. He was already in his forties at the time, but after taking a sip of its blood at that time, he suddenly found his flesh filled with strength and gradually regained the vigour of his thirties.
Later, he secretly studied it and realized that it was a characteristic of the dragon race.
Dragons are the longest-lived intelligent beings in the world. Not only are they powerful, they are so tenacious in their vitality that they are simply the darlings of this continent, and their longevity is inextricably linked precisely to their blood.
Christian was a very powerful priest, but even the most powerful human cannot escape the cycle of life. He did not want to die of old age, and if he did, his power would be lost and gone. He would be eliminated from the world, fallen from the altar of God into the mire, his body reduced to bones, and finally turned into a shovelful of dust.
Out of this fear, he embarked on a decade-long, intensive research. Finally, he succeeded in purifying the element of eternal youth from the blood of the black dragon and made a potion.
By drinking a bottle of this potion, he could maintain his youth for six months. But as he consumed this potion again and again, his body became more and more resistant to the drug, and the potion lasted for a shorter and shorter time.
He stared at himself in the mirror and frowned. He remembered the last time he drank the potion was three months ago and thought it would last another half month, but just now, he suddenly felt a reaction in his body. He was so panicked that he sent the others away, running to his chambers just to drink the potion in time.
Last time it only lasted three months, but what about this time?
Apart from his own resistance to the drug, was it also because the Black Dragon was not young?
After all, the Black Dragon had been in captivity here for hundreds of years. Although dragons live long lives, the normal age of a dragon is only 1,500 years old, and the Black Dragon was actually 1,000 years old. He reckoned it had almost reached the equivalent of a human being’s late 50s or 60s today.
The blood of this black dragon was no longer useful.
Christian looked in the mirror at his stunningly beautiful face as he thought to himself, “If it was time to get younger, stronger dragons, it would be under the curtain of the gods! ”
The huge golden horse was made of divine power and had just walked through the gates of the Saron Empire when the door of the luxurious carriage it was pulling opened from the inside.
The High Priest, dressed in white, slowly stepped down from the carriage, his straight pale golden hair reaching to his waist, and his luscious pale blue eyes were filled with a compassionate tenderness.
The High Priest looked only twenty-five years old, with features more delicate and feminine than any woman’s, and his whole figure was as dazzling as a white rose.
But in truth, even the priests could not figure out his age, nor how many generations he had passed through. But as High Priest, he remained eternally youthful and ageless, always at his most perfect age.
Perfect and pure, yet gentle and powerful, High Priest Christian was the vision of all the men and women of this mighty empire. He was a god-like being in this country!
As he stepped out of the carriage with unparalleled grace, he chanted an incantation to the golden carriage, and a pale golden glow emanated from it, followed by countless pale golden stars emanating from the golden horse.
The carriage, which had been magnificent, slowly shrank and turned into an ordinary carriage, while the dazzling golden horse turned into an ordinary white stallion. The entire team of knights that followed it disappeared as if they had never existed.
This was the High Priest’s most famous technique: the summoning of divine soldiers.
In the Saron Empire, priests were a great and honorable profession, called “prophets of the gods” and “demigods.”
Priests possessed divine power and were the messengers between humans and the gods, conveying both the prayers and devotional beliefs of humans to the gods and the will of the gods to humans, so they had a very high status among humans, and even the monarchs were a step below them.
Seeing this miraculous scene before them, the faces of the kneeling guards grew more and more devout as they gazed with the utmost reverence at the perfect High Priest, knowing only the High Priest and not King Alexander.
Christian smiled faintly at the sight before him and gave his most venerable smile, “May the gods be with you.”
At these words, the guards clenched their hands into fists on their chests and said with one voice, “Thank you god for your favor and blessing!”
Christian nodded with a smile and said to the head guard, who was kneeling at the front, “Please take my horse to the stables at the back of the priest’s temple. It needs rest. Thank you.”
The head guard blushed when he saw the High Priest looking at him alone, and hurriedly stood up straight and patted his chest, “As you wish, Lord High Priest!”
Satisfied with the answer, the High Priest smiled gently, patted the head guard on the shoulder, and said, “May the gods be with you” before turning his head and walking slowly towards the priest’s temple.
Christian’s pace was slow; it was early in the morning, and the road was busy with palace guards and attendants who had just gone to work. When they saw him, who was glowing from afar, they all stopped their work and half-kneeled to the ground to watch his departure with reverent eyes.
Without looking away, Christian tilted his head slightly and took a deep breath, enjoying the worship and reverent gazes.
It was a wonderful feeling to be standing on the altar of God, being held in the sky by the stars.
A treacherous smile crept imperceptibly to the corners of his slightly shifting lips.
As long as the Black Dragon was imprisoned in the underground palace, he would always have the most perfect appearance, the most divine power, and the highest status in the land.
What was the throne of an emperor? He did not have to salute King Alexander if he stood in front of him.
As soon as the High Priest entered the Saron Empire, the news reached the Temple of Priests. The nine priests stood in their priestly robes outside the Temple of Sacrifice, waiting.
After waiting for a long time, the awaited High Priest finally arrived.
The nine men rushed forward, lined up and half-kneeled on the ground in salute, and Christian greeted them with a casual wave of his hand as he walked towards the council chamber inside the temple, “You have sent me three chicken-feather letters in quick succession. What has happened?”
The nine priests looked at each other, but no one dared to speak up.
The High Priest seemed gentle and kind on the outside, but in reality he was ruthless at heart, and one of the priests had once been burned alive by the High Priest for refuting his opinion in public.
Without an answer, Christian suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Turning back to the nine obsequious priests, he frowned and gave them a contemptuous glance, saying, “What, no one will tell me?”
The nine men’s bodies trembled, and the priest who had stopped Bai Lixin that day gulped and took a step forward, “Your Highness, the Honorable High Priest, King Alexander broke into the underground palace and released the black dragon from its seal.”
This head priest, named Kenny, was the longest-serving head priest who had followed Christian, and he was also the most senior and vocal of the nine priests.
No sooner had he said the words than his body suddenly ripped with pain, and his limbs seemed to be pulled outwards by something. His heart fluttering, he hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy, “Your Highness, that King Alexander claimed to have received an oracle, and he was even holding the legendary golden lance in his hand when he came out of the underground palace!”
The excruciating pain in his body stopped abruptly, and Kenny breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the cold sweat from the corner of his forehead.
Christian frowned, “You’re saying he removed the artifact, and you saw it with your own eyes?”
Kenny nodded, “Yes, Your Highness High Priestess, he was holding the lance in his hand and all nine of us were present.”
Christian scanned the other eight men, and the eight priests’ bodies suddenly tightened as they hurriedly nodded desperately.
Certain that the nine men were not lying, a certain look of horror suddenly appeared in Christian’s pale blue eyes, but it quickly flickered away.
He swallowed and threw his sleeve back hard, “Ridiculous. I have not received any oracle about freeing the Black Dragon, who has always been cunning and treacherous. It must be this Black Dragon who has used evil magic to compel King Alexander. ”
The crowd nodded, and Kenny added, “That’s what we suspected, but this Black Dragon is simply too powerful, and for some reason, King Alexander also seemed to have gained some kind of power overnight and suddenly became very powerful. The nine of us could not stand up to them even if we joined forces, which is why we sent an urgent letter to you. ”
Christian took a deep breath and nodded, “En, you have done well. The evil Black Dragon has compelled King Alexander and made him a slave of darkness. We must use the power of the gods to save him. In this way, you may go back first. This will be a bit tricky, and I am a bit tired. When I have rested for a while, I will go to King Alexander. ”
The chief priests were relieved by the order and performed another reverent ritual before they left and walked out of the hall.
Only when he was sure that everyone had left, did Christian turn his head abruptly towards his chambers and walk anxiously. His pace was disorganized, and his mouth was ragged with breath.
Christian had ordered that no one should ever approach his chambers, so the path to his chambers was empty, and he began to walk at a brisk pace at first, but then began to run wildly.
If anyone had passed by in this corridor today, they would have screamed in surprise. Christian’s long, silky blonde hair was now dull, and much of it was slowly falling out of his scalp.
And his body slowly began to shrink. What had been a slender body a moment ago was now hunched over. His skin was no longer fair and smooth, but had become rough.
His face was not the same as it had been; the corners of his eyes drooped and his mouth was sunken. In just a quarter of an hour, he had gone from a handsome man of about twenty-five to a senile old man!
His steps became increasingly frantic and he finally reached his bedchamber, pushing open the door with great effort and then hurriedly closing it and inserting it tightly.
Only when he had done so did he rush to his bedchamber and take a beautifully carved wooden box out of the delicate mahogany cabinet beside his bed.
He recited an incantation to the wooden box with a trembling hand, which opened with a sound. Inside were a dozen small transparent bottles containing a black, sticky liquid that looked very strange.
When Christian saw these bottles, his eyes, which had been scattered, coalesced again, and he hurriedly took one of the bottles out, uncorked it, and drank it down.
Something miraculous happened as he drank the black liquid.
The hair that had not fallen out slowly began to fall out, and as it did, new hair grew out of his pores.
His body, which had been hunched over a moment before, was once again upright, and those rough skins were tight and smooth again, giving off a youthful appearance. He had actually become as young and beautiful as twenty-five again.
A long breath of relief escaped Christian’s lips as he saw the change in his body.
He took off the white jacket he was wearing and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling mirror, wearing only the cream-colored robe underneath, staring in fascination at his perfect face in the mirror.
More than two hundred years ago, he inadvertently took a sip of the blood of a black dragon. He was already in his forties at the time, but after taking a sip of its blood at that time, he suddenly found his flesh filled with strength and gradually regained the vigour of his thirties.
Later, he secretly studied it and realized that it was a characteristic of the dragon race.
Dragons are the longest-lived intelligent beings in the world. Not only are they powerful, they are so tenacious in their vitality that they are simply the darlings of this continent, and their longevity is inextricably linked precisely to their blood.
Christian was a very powerful priest, but even the most powerful human cannot escape the cycle of life. He did not want to die of old age, and if he did, his power would be lost and gone. He would be eliminated from the world, fallen from the altar of God into the mire, his body reduced to bones, and finally turned into a shovelful of dust.
Out of this fear, he embarked on a decade-long, intensive research. Finally, he succeeded in purifying the element of eternal youth from the blood of the black dragon and made a potion.
By drinking a bottle of this potion, he could maintain his youth for six months. But as he consumed this potion again and again, his body became more and more resistant to the drug, and the potion lasted for a shorter and shorter time.
He stared at himself in the mirror and frowned. He remembered the last time he drank the potion was three months ago and thought it would last another half month, but just now, he suddenly felt a reaction in his body. He was so panicked that he sent the others away, running to his chambers just to drink the potion in time.
Last time it only lasted three months, but what about this time?
Apart from his own resistance to the drug, was it also because the Black Dragon was not young?
After all, the Black Dragon had been in captivity here for hundreds of years. Although dragons live long lives, the normal age of a dragon is only 1,500 years old, and the Black Dragon was actually 1,000 years old. He reckoned it had almost reached the equivalent of a human being’s late 50s or 60s today.
The blood of this black dragon was no longer useful.
Christian looked in the mirror at his stunningly beautiful face as he thought to himself, “If it was time to get younger, stronger dragons, it would be under the curtain of the gods! ”
