Dragon Monarch System Chapter 1021:- Purple Fog

"So, I’ll explain what our plan is."

Aditya retrieved a rope and secured one end tightly around his waist. Nearly 200 meters (656 feet) in length, the rope felt thick and a touch coarse. After tugging it to verify its durability, he passed the other end to Athena.

"Hold this end of the rope for me. If I fail to emerge from the purple fog by myself, pull it gently after five minutes inside so I can trace the tug and escape safely."

"But why go through all this?"

"This approach won’t get us to the Dragon Mountain Range’s core," Rin pointed out. A unique pocket dimension lay at that center, where Aditya’s grandfather slumbered.

"No. The trial checks whether, as a Divine Dragon, I possess the innate resistance to the purple fog’s effects. Should it fail, we turn back. Success means you girls remain outside while I traverse the fog unharmed to the pocket dimension’s entrance holding my grandfather."

"Even if it fails, this gives me a secure exit from the purple fog without risk of entrapment."

The girls grew anxious upon hearing this and longed to halt him, yet they nodded in agreement. No better option remained.

"What puzzles me is why no one can simply blast away the purple fog with mighty wind magic to forge a path," Rin wondered.

"My father taught me this purple fog forms an advanced rune formation, crafted on the Crimson Dragon Emperor’s orders. Vast mana drawn from Pearls powers the runes for the coming 500,000 to 1,000,000 years," Aditya clarified.

While explaining, his gaze flicked briefly to the vast purple fog sea before them. Even from afar, an odd pressure emanated from it.

With his awakened Divine Dragon bloodline, Aditya stood a good chance of being the sole one immune to the purple fog.

"How did your dad learn of the Crimson Dragon King?" Athena inquired.

They both thought the Crimson Dragon King’s name had vanished from history. Just a handful worldwide recalled him. Descendants of his former serving races had lost his name, holding only scraps of ancestral prophecies.

"I posed that same question to my dad," Aditya responded.

"He revealed my grandfather unearthed ruins from the Crimson Dragon King’s era. The ancient, unfamiliar script took centuries to decode. Thus, they uncovered the Crimson Dragon Empire."

"Yet my grandfather kept it secret, sharing only with his son."

Athena nodded at this revelation.

Beneath Laura and Rin’s vigilant eyes, Aditya cinched the waist knot tighter, yanking twice to ensure it held firm against abrupt strain.

They inspected the rope thoroughly too. No mere cord, it bore engraved runes with subtle glowing patterns. Thus, it endured a Peak 5th-order cultivator’s pull unscathed.

"Alright, I’m heading in."

Aditya felt a twinge of nerves himself. Tension stirred in his chest, swiftly quelled. He chose this path unable to risk defeat in the looming civil war. Victory demanded his grandfather’s aid.

Worry etched the girls’ faces, but Aditya’s reassuring smile eased them.

Purple fog enshrouded the whole Dragon Mountain Range. No peak or lofty tree pierced it. A dense, boundless veil concealed all. Outwardly serene, its perils were infamous.

Drawing a deep breath, Aditya advanced step by step.

Upon entering the fog, his world vanished entirely.

His heart raced then. Nervousness gripped him, knowing failure’s doom: eternal entrapment.

Worse, he might wander blindly for centuries, convinced of progress, exit ever elusive.

"Athena, got any backup plan if trouble strikes unexpectedly?" Rin asked.

Athena shook her head. Composure masked her calm facade, but she knew the purple fog best. Rescue from within proved near impossible.

"I’ve sent butterflies with him. They let me monitor his location. If issues arise, I’ll enter myself—you two manage the rope and yank me out too."

Sweat beaded on Rin from anxiety.

Laura gnawed her nails fretfully, pacing while peering into Aditya’s vanished fog.

Athena gripped her fists tight, unblinking stare fixed ahead. She monitored the butterflies’ positions constantly.

"Their signals remain sharp so far."

"He advances directly, roughly 100 meters (328 feet) from us."

"Relieving news," Rin replied, forcing optimism.

Laura timed it closely. At five minutes, she’d signal Athena to reel in the rope.

Merely two minutes elapsed, but it dragged like two hours. Seconds stretched to minutes, minutes to hours.

Still air hung around them. The fog lay motionless. Time itself seemed suspended.

Abruptly, Aditya materialized behind them from thin air.

"Guess who’s back!"

"Ah...!" Rin gasped, leaping in fright.

"Aditya?" She hurried over, pressing a hand to his chest. "You’re real?"

"What do you say?" he grinned back.

"How’d you teleport right behind us?" Laura exclaimed, eyes bulging.

Relief washed over Athena, easing her taut frame.

"Exactly as anticipated. My Crimson Divine Dragon nature renders the purple fog invisible. Clarity reigns—I see dozens of kilometers all around."

Excitement surged through them at this.

Dangers lurking in the Dragon Mountain Range now fell easier to counter. Trouble? He’d just teleport free.

"Let’s go inside," Aditya declared.

Theory held: Rin, female Divine Dragon, ought to resist the fog too.

Affliction would confirm his sole immunity stemmed from direct Crimson Dragon King descent and Divine Dragon bloodline.

"Purple fog will snare us though. Better we wait out here?" Laura fretted, fearing they’d hinder him.

Aditya smiled faintly, shaking his head.

"I’ll teleport you all. Stick by me, and you’ll be fine."

"Sadly... trouble looms."

Then Aditya’s shadow warped and lengthened bizarrely. It sprawled like a beast, morphing into a massive claw form.

A figure leaped from that shadowy claw, landing squarely before them.

"I’ve searched far and wide for you, Dragon Monarch."

"Who are you?" Aditya demanded coldly, face hardening instantly.

"I rank among the Organisation’s core members."

He stood poised calmly, as if long anticipating this clash. Towering near 1.9 meters (6 feet 3 inches), his stance stayed erect and firm. A lengthy black cloak draped to his ankles, shrouding his form. Smooth yet weighty, it was no common garb.

The hood veiled most of his face, revealing only a chiseled chin and pallid skin. Thin lips curved in an unfriendly smirk. Shadows concealed his eyes, yet his presence chilled unnaturally.

His Aura oozed sinister chill.

In his right grip rested a slender, long blade. Pitch black, it gleamed not at all. Its jagged edge evoked solidified shadows over steel.

’Since when did he sneak so near?’ Aditya tensed warily. How much of their talk had he overheard?

He hadn’t foreseen the organisation tracking them this swiftly.

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