Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me Chapter 703: The Lord Of Dragons III

Three weeks slipped by in silence, yet following Daniel’s commands, every preparation, scheme, and directive was executed swiftly and seamlessly, one by one, or already underway without pause.

The key issue was securing rightful authority over the dragons for his leadership role. Though he possessed the Goddess’s blessing, prior to any formal declaration, he aimed to establish his influence directly within the dragon community.

As he had directed, the stories, divine disclosures, and foretellings were steadily disseminated among the dragons by the elders and the Dragon Empress.

Initially, the dragons reacted with astonishment. Gradually, acceptance grew, and soon they were thrilled at the prospect of their new leader’s emergence.

Being an inherently haughty and prideful species, isolation from the world for countless years had left most of them dissatisfied.

Yet, recognizing this as the Goddess’s decree—and that without a new leader, they couldn’t reveal their splendor to the world once more—they had little option but to stay subdued.

Now, though, a fresh leader was on the verge of rising among them. One destined to lead them toward triumphant heights. Naturally, anticipation and delight surged through their ranks.

Even statues honoring Daniel sprang up throughout Dragon Valley, crafted from the elders’ accounts of his appearance. These imposing figures further enchanted the dragons with their grandeur.

They eagerly awaited their new leader’s arrival, and luckily, the moment arrived swiftly when the First Elder proclaimed the date of his descent.

And today marked that very occasion.

On Dragon Valley’s grandest floating island, tens of thousands of dragons assembled. It was no overstatement to claim that over 99 percent of their entire kind had converged there.

Given the expansive nature of this secluded realm and the ancient lineage of their race, one might anticipate far greater numbers.

Nevertheless, due to their overwhelming might, dragon reproduction proved exceedingly challenging and often unattainable. Such was the world’s inherent equilibrium.

"Haha, at last, we get to behold the Eternal Lord today!"

"I’m dying to catch a glimpse of him! I never laid eyes on the Goddess in my lifetime, but at least I’ll witness the new leader before my end!"

"Word is, the Goddess selected him for his tremendous potential and strength!"

"Legends claim even ten elders combined couldn’t harm him at all!"

Excitement buzzed through the dragon throng, brimming with chatter. Naturally, plenty of embellished tales circulated too.

At the heart of the gathering, where dragons formed a colossal ring, an imposing stage rose.

This was the sacred site for the Lord of Dragons’ arrival. Per the elders’ ancient lore, the Lord would descend from the heavens to the earthly plane.

The ten elders and the Dragon Empress positioned themselves at the forefront, gazes locked on the platform. The crowd’s fervor alone revealed how effectively their Lord’s strategies had taken hold.

"I never thought the Lord would devise such a scheme," the Third Elder murmured.

"The dragons haven’t glimpsed him yet, and already he commands god-like reverence from them. Imagine the impact when he reveals himself?" the Fifth Elder chuckled.

"Has anyone spotted the Lord in these past three weeks? He vanished right after issuing his commands," the Seventh Elder remarked, leaving the elders in quiet reflection.

For those three weeks, not one had encountered him. Once he detailed his strategies and orders, he had retreated. To be exact, he had entered closed cultivation to explore his freshly acquired abilities.

This inquiry targeted the First Elder and the Dragon Empress, as they stood nearest to him and possibly held insights.

"We remain in the dark as well," came their reply, leaving the rest disheartened.

"He hasn’t overlooked his appearance today, has he?" the Second Elder inquired with unease.

"Unlikely. He picked this day personally. It can’t be," the First Elder dismissed firmly. He had transformed into one of Daniel’s staunchest adherents.

In truth, not just him—all ten elders shared this fervor. Daniel had bestowed upon each a generous portion of Fallen Blood, enabling soul evolution through its use. Their strength had surged dramatically, shattering old boundaries.

Even more crucially, owing to his unwavering allegiance, the First Elder gained a droplet of Daniel’s essence. Far from commonplace, it stemmed from an Innate Primal, a entity harboring an entire world inside.

Through it, the First Elder elevated his bloodline, evolving into an Ancestral Dragon. Just one further step, and Primordial Dragon status awaited.

The remaining elders and the Dragon Empress envied him deeply, yet they grasped that stagnation’s end lay in devotion and trailing Daniel.

The fiercer their loyalty, the richer the boons they’d claim.

"Shouldn’t we send someone to remind him, to be safe?" the Third Elder suggested once more.

The First Elder opened his mouth to reply when abruptly, Dragon Valley’s heavens and earth quaked violently.

"He’s arrived," the Tenth Elder breathed softly.

The heavens rent apart with a thunderous crack.

Clouds whirled into a gigantic maelstrom, from which a radiant golden beam cascaded down. A holy aura quivered across the terrain, prompting tens of thousands of dragons to lift their enormous heads simultaneously.

From within that brilliance... a figure gradually floated downward.

He donned a flowing robe, dark as primordial emptiness, adorned with golden dragon motifs that shifted over the material. The embroidered dragons appeared vital, bellowing, unfurling wings, then merging back into the luminous strands.

A celestial aura materialized behind him, mimicking the silhouette of an enormous dragon overshadowing the firmament.

Each stride he made through the air birthed a luminous circle underfoot.

Finally, he touched down upon the central stage.

A profound hush enveloped the assembly.

Daniel advanced. His tone wasn’t booming or yelled, yet it resonated in every consciousness like a divine edict from above.

"Children of the sky... heirs of a glory that once shook worlds."

His boundless eyes scanned the multitude.

"You lingered in obscurity for ages. The world branded you myths... beasts... dangers."

The aura encircling him widened.

"Yet the reality stands: you embody raw might. You represent creation’s zenith."

A fierce gale swept in, causing his dragon-etched robe to billow like ebony and aureate infernos.

"The Goddess selected me, not to dominate you, but to fight alongside you."

A number of venerable dragons instinctively extended their wings.

"The moment arrives for dragonkind’s name to escape hushed shadows... and echo boldly under open heavens."

His words hardened with resolve.

"No further concealment. No more dispersal. No lingering bonds from bygone days."

He lifted his arm, and the firmament shuddered.

"We shall forge a fresh epoch. One where all comprehend that dragons’ ascent reshapes destiny. Dragons must reclaim their place in the world."

A brief pause of quiet... followed by the initial bellow.

Then another.

Suddenly, tens of thousands of roars shattered the atmosphere.

Blazes erupted skyward. Wings unfurled broadly. The earth quivered.

And Daniel, amid that tempest of flames and adoration, stood unmoved and resolute, akin to a deity facing his devotees.

A grin crept across his features. All had unfolded precisely as intended. A single glance at the elders revealed zealous worship etched on their expressions.

Their veins pulsed with fervor. No longer bound to confine themselves within this realm by outdated mandates.

A bold new age had dawned.