Heaven, Earth, Me Chapter 1520. The Egg and Future Plans.

Tatyana and her companions lingered outside briefly, their spiritual sense gently probing the events unfolding within. Their hearts turned utterly soft from the overwhelming cuteness on display.

Once Yasenia regained her composure, she swiftly shifted into her tiny Dragon Form, curling around the egg protectively and draping her wings over her head.

Lady First turned to Ao Xianlan, the dragon expert among them, and inquired, “What now? Should we wait more, or is it safe to go in and meet the little one?”

Ao Xianlan considered it. “Yasenia laying her egg in human form is rare, yet not unheard of. Certain dragon kinds produce sizable eggs. The key lies in the egg’s flexible, stretchy shell during exit, mimicking a baby’s head. It then firms up upon air exposure.”

The group nodded, and Ao Xianlan continued. “In that hardening phase, a dragon mother’s temperament swings wildly. Entering now would earn even Tatyana a faceful of Celestial Dragon Breath.”

Tatyana offered no denial. Even brushing Yasenia’s reverse scale led to a fierce bite if prolonged. Thus, her instinctive lash-out at intruders in her “personal space” felt entirely natural.

She questioned. “How long typically for such eggs to hatch?”

“Hm… Too variable to pinpoint.” Ao Xianlan shook her head. “We must observe patiently.”

Lady First folded her arms. “Will Yasenia abandon her egg for the last two ancestral lands?”

Ao Xianlan shrugged. “Likely. Hatching might match full gestation length. Once instincts settle, Yasenia will trust Tatyana with it.”

Tatyana grinned, satisfied. “So… we bide a few days until solidification, then enter?”

“Safest approach.”

Thus, they waited. True to Ao Xianlan’s words, Yasenia remained motionless, enveloping her egg with her body and wings nonstop. She nuzzled, licked, and gently prodded it repeatedly, both cleaning and testing its firmness.

By day seven, the egg’s shell had fully hardened, and Yasenia’s turbulent hormones eased considerably.

Tatyana called out cautiously. “Little Treasure, may we come in?”

Yasenia’s heart leaped anxiously, but she quelled her instincts with closed eyes and replied. “You can.”

Her words came quick and firm, as though dreading a longer speech might sway her resolve.

The group entered gingerly, spotting Yasenia’s gaze upon them. All halted abruptly. Her golden dragon eyes burned with fierce intensity.

Star Forge murmured. “No surprise about the proverb: ‘Don’t disturb a fresh dragon mother.’ Without prior knowledge, I’d swear Young Miss plans to devour us.”

Yasenia’s stern look softened slightly, her tail wagging vigorously. She beamed joyfully. “I laid my egg!”

Beholding the beaming new mother, everyone yearned to stroke her head and rub her chin. Tatyana, ever decisive, acted instantly.

In one blink, she stood beside them; in the next, she faced Yasenia, patting her head with a wide smile.

“Little Treasure, let me see. Curiosity burns, but your shielding form blocked my Spiritual Sense.”

Yasenia agreed and lifted her wing, adjusting her position slightly. The others peered eagerly.

“Oh my… What a stunning egg!”

“Remarkable. Resembles a miniature cosmos egg.”

“Is that… a galaxy? Heavens, whence these patterns?”

“Truly gorgeous.”

Ao Xianlan laughed. “You’re all mistaken. This egg isn’t beautiful… It’s handsome~.”

They froze, then eyebrows arched. “A boy?”

Tatyana, unsurprised from prior secret checks, smiled. “Indeed. An exceedingly rare offspring for Yasenia. Among her lovers, only one yields males. Others produce females or Yasenia-like beings.”

All knew of Yasenia’s dual nature, so no shock ensued. “What’s the odds for Yasenia birthing a boy?”

“Theoretically?” Tatyana shrugged. “Around 10 percent or lower.”

Star Forge chuckled. “Congrats, Young Miss. Debut birth strikes gold.”

Yasenia nodded gleefully. “Mhm! He’ll grow into a mighty, dashing man!”

Ao Xianlan sighed. “Mighty, yes. This child emerges as a Mythical Core Dragon.”

Silence fell, gazes shifting subtly. Luan Feixue nearly teared up. “Impossible, my junior brother outstrips me unborn?”

Star Forge winked teasingly. “Hey, prime match for you. Potent, gifted, and from Yasenia’s features, a heartbreaker. Cling to his thigh?”

Luan Feixue stared, stunned.

Yasenia eyed Luan Feixue thoughtfully with her dragon gaze. The scrutiny prompted complaints. She declared staunchly. “Master! This disciple holds only the Martial Path and Master dear. No others!”

Yasenia blinked. “Picture me as your peer, male, and repeat that to my face.”

Luan Feixue visualized, flushing crimson instantly.

The rest eyed the egg, inwardly cheering. ‘Young Master, outstanding. Unhatched, yet enchanting already.’

Even Lady First showed intrigue. Not inappropriately, but pondering worthy pure succubi for this future titan. Rare though pure succubi were, they existed.

Cultivation knew no bounds, so some succubi, scorning their heritage, forged purity-demanding techniques fueled by Yin Energy.

Then, upon finding a match, shifting to Dual Cultivation proved seamless.

Ao Xianlan mentally reviewed her female descendants too.

Noting the looks, Yasenia narrowed her eyes. “No funny business. My son’s pure dragon; he stays nested till 500 years old!”

Tatyana deadpanned. “You don’t buy your own words. This egg defies norms. Your firstborn true progeny, blood akin to your rebirth self. Wager he’s the second Empyrean Cosmos Dragon.”

Yasenia pouted instantly. “Why spoil it!? That’s a spoiler!”

Mo Yun blinked. “What’s a spoiler?”

Yasenia echoed. “Dunno. Mom calls it revealing what you craved discovering alone…”

Yet curiosity overwhelmed Yasenia. Restraint crumbling, she plunged her Spiritual Sense into the egg for deep scrutiny.

“Huh?”

Her astonishment sparked theirs; all probed similarly. Only Luan Feixue failed the egg’s innate barriers.

“What is it, Master?”

“No…” Yasenia appeared baffled. “Why’s my dragon baby humanoid?”

The boy within mirrored her: a tiny lad with dragon tail. His tail echoed Yasenia’s hues, golden patterns distinct. Further details hid in his nascent form.

Ao Xianlan reexamined, puzzled. “Undeniably draconic. But why humanoid, not dragon-shaped?”

Tatyana cocked her head. No dragon born humanoid came to mind; human forms developed later.

Yasenia mused, blinking. “His growth pace suggests years more, yes?”

Ao Xianlan concurred. “Minimum 20 years to hatch, maximum… 100.”

“Whoa.” Star Forge gasped. “Such vast range?”

Ao Xianlan shook her head. “Internal activity fluctuates wildly. Growth fits that span precisely, no less, no more.”

Yasenia nodded. “20 years… Manageable.”

Tatyana queried. “Your intentions?”

Yasenia’s golden eyes ignited resolutely. “One month recovery. Then conquer the final two lands swiftly. Post-completion, fetch Andrea. She missed the birth; she’ll attend the hatching.”

Tatyana nodded smilingly. “Fine, dive into duties. This boy’s mine to guard.”

Yasenia affirmed strongly. Absent urgency, parting from her egg would wrench her. But denying his other mother the hatching? Unthinkable.

Thus, resolute to end training and race to Lower Heaven. Plus, longing for her lovers surged! Post-here, she’d hasten to them.

Gazing skyward, Yasenia sighed deeply. “Over half a century slipped by since leaving them. Hope they thrive.”

Tai Qingzhe queried, puzzled. “Not a huge span, is it?”

Star Forge corrected. “Forget: Young Miss is merely 157. Half-century equals half her life.”

Tatyana noted, eyeing Yasenia oddly. “Including War Trial time, you’ve outlasted time with them apart.”

Yasenia neared tears. “Don’t say it! Wahhh! Worst mother and wife ever!”

Tatyana’s lips quirked. ‘Oops, struck a nerve.’

The day’s remainder saw all soothing the devastated dragoness. Lingering hormones fueled mood swings, aiding quick rebound.

A month flew by; confirming her son’s perfect health, Yasenia resolved to depart… self-convinced. Egg attachment stalled her repeatedly.

Tatyana, brow twitching, boot-launched the dragon skyward after a year post-birth, plunging her headlong before the volcanic zone for the next ordeal.