Dragon Monarch System Chapter 1018 1018:- Ultimate Weakness of Goddesses

"Aditya, let this be your ultimate choice. Yet if you truly must venture there, seek out your Grandfather."

"He's still alive?" Surprise gripped him tightly.

"Naturally, you fool!" Alen laughed lightly, noting Aditya's stunned look.

"He governed the Empire for nearly 10,000 years. Upon my reaching adulthood and tying the knot, he chose to pass the reins to me and step back. Perhaps if Mom had lived on, he might have lingered. But her absence left him isolated. Even so, every few decades, he'd drop by secretly to see us."

"Should you head to that location, inform any who block your path that you're my son. My name alone ought to grant you entry." He gave a quiet nod. This encounter with his parents proved far more precious than he'd anticipated.

"Then what makes the Dragon Mountain Range so perilous?" Rin couldn't grasp it. Though she'd resided on the Main Continent for ages, tales of the Dragon Mountain Range seldom reached her ears, let alone details on its dangers.

"To begin with, thick purple mist envelops the whole Mountain Range. This haze warps your perceptions to such a degree that circling endlessly might pass decades before you notice." A shiver raced along Rin's back at these words.

"I myself avoided that area until hitting Beginner 7th-order."

"Thus, solely 7th-order cultivators resist the Purple Fog's effects." Alen gave an affirming nod.

"Dad mentioned cultivators trapped wandering loops for centuries unaware. Even upon discovery, escape eluded them. Disoriented senses render it utterly unfeasible."

"You could stand merely 20 meters from freedom, yet remain oblivious."

Rin glanced at Athena and murmured, "How dreadful. We must halt him if he plans to enter there." Athena offered only a smile. Somehow, that grin struck Rin as enigmatic, though she couldn't pinpoint why.

"And the Goddess of War?" Aditya inquired abruptly. Though not of the Celestial Dragon Empire, her realm bordered it.

"Securing her alliance brings immense gains. It would sway the Celestial Dragon Empire's other partners to back you too."

"Yet I skipped this path because most Empire allies prefer neutrality, watching from afar. The Goddess of War stands alone as exception." The prior scheme involved locating her to win her over. Alen's advice solidified Aditya's resolve further.

Her might inspired awe and dread alike. Doubters of his prowess due to modest cultivation would lean toward him with her support.

"A key sway in this conflict is the Celestial Dragon Empire's forces." Alen proceeded to detail the army's makeup. Should the full Imperial troops oppose Aditya, his civil war victory odds would plummet sharply.

Thirteen 7th-order powerhouses, dubbed National Treasures of the Celestial Dragon Empire, existed in total. Any single one could shift battle outcomes. Confronting all thirteen National Treasures spelled doom. Luckily, not every one answered to the Emperor.

"In this war, your strategy's cunning matters most. Predictability invites the Organisation's precise strikes. Remember, the Six Continents lie behind you now." Cultivation faced no curbs here as in the Six Continents.

Aditya sank into profound contemplation post-explanation.

Elena's heart twisted watching his intense pondering.

"My dear boy! We'd rush to back our son fully if possible. Since Ren claimed the throne, our recollections end there." Their final stand beside Aditya would rally numerous houses and select National Treasures unprompted.

"Our final memory is drifting to slumber. We likely never stirred again." It fit perfectly. Ren, deeming Alen and Elena expendable, induced their eternal rest.

"Ren might wield Uncle and Aunt as weapons against us." Athena voiced abruptly.

Elena's face darkened at the notion.

Alen's features iced over simultaneously. Rage made him ball his fists hard.

"Can we extract Uncle and Aunt from the Palace to safety?" Rin blurted inevitably.

The ex-Emperor and Empress languished as captives now. Ren could leverage them last-minute to coerce or assault Aditya. His tactics with them might cripple the civil war catastrophically.

"That's utterly unfeasible." Infiltrating the Main Continent's mightiest Empire's Palace for two souls defied reason. No Peak 7th-order dared such folly.

"No alternative exists?"

"In our present state, no." Sensing the gloom thicken, Athena shifted subjects.

"Leo of the Dwarf Tribe seeks an audience." She jogged memories.

Soon, Leo materialized with several elders.

"Keep conversing, all. I desire a private word with you two ladies." Honoring her request, Rin vanished alongside Athena and Elena.

They rematerialized within the Dragon Palace's living quarters.

Before their mother-in-law, an odd nervousness beset the pair.

'Release me. I yearn to greet my mother-in-law.' Laura's thoughts echoed in Athena's head. Smiling, Athena freed her.

Laura, upon emerging, courteously addressed Elena.

"Greetings, Mo...Mother. Laura here, Empress of the Deep Sea Palace." Athena and Rin traded looks at her bold address first. Laura's audacity stunned them, as they hadn't yet used the term.

"Ah, Laura at last!"

"Come closer." Elena drew Laura into an embrace.

Seating Laura beside her, Elena encircled her waist warmly.

"My boy truly charms many." Their concise tale revealed six more.

Her thoughts drifted uncontrollably.

Visions of her eight daughters-in-law bearing children someday quickened her pulse. She pictured swarms of tiny tots dashing about, chorusing "Grandmother". Tugs at sleeves, climbs on legs, squabbles for lap space.

She saw herself and her spouse engulfed by grandkids, immobile amid the joyful frenzy climbing everywhere.

The vivid, chaotic bliss nearly spun her head with thrill.

"Have you ladies set a wedding date?" Elena queried eagerly. Relief washed over her that no ceremony occurred yet, allowing their full immersion in his magnificent nuptials.

The trio shared glances prior to replying, "Post-Organisation's downfall, Aditya intends the wedding."

Elena nodded outwardly, inwardly leaping miles ahead.

She conjured history's grandest wedding spectacle. The capital ablaze in gold illuminations, blooms, and flags. Invites to nobles and foreign sovereigns to flaunt imperial splendor.

Even multi-rite extravaganzas stretching celebrations weeks-long crossed her mind.

Her fantasies swelled ever grander, bordering on festival scale.

"Any more prospects for daughters-in-law ahead?" The three tensed. Six sisters already strained bonds; no newcomers desired.

They boasted sufficient siblings.

'Every Goddess succumbs thus far. Should it persist, why not the Goddess of War?' Athena pondered the chance inescapably.

'Curse you, Aditya! Are you Goddesses' fatal flaw?'

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