Beast Taming: the More the Better Chapter 890 - 378: Celestial Tomb Mark! Is It Really a Gift?

Previously, he had been a gifted breeder, shielded by her. Despite his youth, he was undeniably a prodigy, making substantial contributions to Dragon Nation’s breeding advancements.

Therefore, witnessing Long'er’s willingness to protect this young man filled her with genuine conviction.

Yet, the words now spoken by this young man commanded her profound respect.

This respect wasn't solely due to his enhancements and aid to Dragon Nation’s beast-taming initiatives, but also for his sheer resolve, unwavering perseverance, and indomitable spirit.

The Su Ping standing before her now presented himself as a truly admirable warrior!

In the worldview of someone like Long'er, confronting death held no terror.

Such a display of struggle was truly remarkable.

Unaware of the gazes fixed upon him by the trio, Su Ping gently closed his eyes.

Swiftly, he resolved to have the Myriad Spirit Beast Atlas safely store the current phenomenon away for the time being.

If this situation were to continue, he might truly find it difficult to endure.

After mentally 'deactivating' the experience, Su Ping reopened his eyes, resuming his observation of the three individuals.

However, why did their gazes appear so peculiar?

Su Ping subtly cleared his throat, shattering the peculiar silence, and then quickly stated:

"Very well, I ought to depart now. Otherwise, with all this commotion outside, who knows what sort of rumors might start circulating!?"

With his declaration, Su Ping slid off the bed. He then made a show of massaging his temples, adopting a facade of relaxed composure as he exited the private chamber.

Long'er promptly followed him out.

Only Qin Erlong and Ray Saint remained in the room.

The latter paused, let out a breath, and then spoke:

"President Qin, I shall place a call to that individual first."

"Understood."

Ray Saint remained in the office and proceeded to dial the number of the person in question.

The phone rang thrice before an answer was finally received.

The voice emanating from the other end carried a measure of static interference before speaking:

"Meng Yao? What is Su Ping’s condition? Has he regained consciousness? Rest assured, Dragon City has already prepared a batch of invigorating and calming magic elixirs for delivery, all meticulously crafted by Jade Dreamland..."

Enduring the incessant monologue from someone existing in a reality distinct from his own, Ray Saint interjected:

"My Lord, Su Ping has indeed awakened. His cultivation realm has advanced by a level, and he just mentioned..."

The line abruptly fell silent. After a pause of more than a dozen breaths, the voice resumed:

"Did that young fellow truly utter those words?"

"Yes, both Long'er and President Qin can corroborate. Furthermore, I can sense that he is genuinely exerting his utmost to withstand this mental ordeal! And he appears quite self-assured."

"Tsk, that rascal is the pride of our Dragon Nation!"

This remark caused Ray Saint’s eyelids to subtly twitch.

Soon after, that voice resonated once more:

"Nevertheless, his bearing and fortitude are his own concerns; Dragon Nation must make its position clear. Should he truly succeed in overcoming this trial this time, he may then consider seeking entry into the Dragon Gate."

"What?"

Ray Saint’s eyes widened abruptly, but he quickly regained his composure:

"Understood… however, my Lord, your signal appears somewhat weak? Shall we conclude the call now?"

Having delivered the crucial report, he preferred, if not absolutely necessary, to limit any extensive conversations with this particular individual via telephone.

Moreover, he required time to fully process the gravity and implications of that statement.

What he did not anticipate, however, was that the person on the other end readily concurred:

"Very well, it is indeed not an opportune moment for a telephone discussion."

Though Ray Saint harbored curiosity regarding the whereabouts of this individual, the termination of the call brought him a measure of relief.

And at this precise juncture, Ray Saint could not possibly have foreseen.

On the other side of the connection, the silhouette of the man, having disconnected the specialized satellite phone, gazed into the distance.

Before him lay a breathtaking expanse of the starry sky.

The immeasurable galactic domain rendered the Blue Star below seemingly negligible,

and at a distance of nearly ten thousand miles from his position,

a formidable fleet was engaged in the collection of cosmic energies and the exploration of wandering resources within stellar space.

This procession of fleets traversed the starscape, with virtually every vessel emitting energy fluctuations indicative of the Spirit Saint Level.

These fluctuations signified the zenith of mechanical engineering and creation.

Every major nation was actively expanding its reach into the cosmos,

the vastness of space holding a multitude of rare and advanced resources.

It represented an uncharted frontier, a path towards the future that remained largely undeveloped, and undeniably the prevailing trajectory for humanity.

Advancement within the starry expanse was paramount to every nation’s ambitions.

And at this very moment, as he observed a fleet bearing the striking emblem of an eagle’s head soaring through the cosmos, an exceptionally piercing dragon’s roar echoed through the void...

"Finally, a justifiable pretext. Let us first collect some interest..."