Chapter 939
939 Sothoth’s Ascension
With a thud, Sothoth fell flat on the ground.
He was speechless. Why did Wynter always use her Arcane Way skills at the slightest provocation?
As Wynter looked at him, she said calmly, “You had a sleazy look on your face just now. What were you
thinking?”
Sothoth still wasn’t obedient enough. Since she had taken him In, she needed to teach him proper
conduct.
Sothoth struggled to get up, feeling wronged. That was just how he looked. He couldn’t help his face from looking sleazy.
“I was just thinking you’re really clever with your methods,” Sothoth said, referring to her use of heavenly luck to break the agreement..
Wynter could sense his loyalty wasn’t absolute. Water dragons were inherently cunning.
But it didn’t matter. The contract was in place.
She looked at Sothoth at her feet and spoke leisurely, “This is nothing. My best skill is cooking. If you ever
want to try it, let me know. It’ll be a death worth dying for.”
Sothoth froze, immediately adopting a sycophantic attitude.
“Master, how could I be worthy of your cooking? I came to tell you that now that we have the
thunderstrike marks, we can search for the cunning medium who used me.”
Right now, he needed to find someone to vent his anger on.
“No rush,” Wynter said, gazing at the constantly shifting clouds in the western sky. “Go to the sealing site
first.”
With those words, she waved her right hand again.
Lying on the ground, Sothoth could feel the change within himself. An energy that could aid his cultivation spread throughout his entire body. His scales began to shimmer with a faint golden hue.
Sothoth’s gaze wavered as he excitedly looked at his hands. When he turned his gaze toward Wynter, it was filled with gratitude and surprise. “Master, I…”
Wynter said calmly, “Ascending to a fully–fledged dragon now is difficult. With this faith, as long as you
protect your river domain, you’ll ascend in 30 years.
“Go now. I’ve given you what you wanted. Do what you must–repair the seal first.”
Rebuilding the seal required a suppressive force. A water dragon was second only to a fully–fledged dragon in this regard, making Sothoth the ideal choice for a suppressive force.
Sothoth enjoyed this task as well. To him, 30 years was just a few meals and a few hibernations away.
939 Sothoths Ascension
Sleeping under the riverbed was what he excelled at.
And the possibility of turning into a fully–fledged dragon was beyond his wildest dreams.
He had abandoned this notion after meeting the overlord.
Over countless years and changing generations, he had been deceived by numerous mediums, all promising him the dream of becoming a fully–fledged dragon.
But they were all liars. To Sothoth, humans were the least trustworthy. With environmental degradation, human nature was becoming more cunning by the day.
Sothoth had never thought a medium would truly help him ascend. “I… Thank you, master. I’ll guard it, not just for 30 years, but 100 if needed.”
Sothoth was overwhelmed with gratitude. He was overjoyed at the sight of his scales gradually turning
gold.
It was worth noting that among his kind, anything gold signified a true, fully–fledged dragon, blessed by heaven. Other dragon kinds would regard them highly, and lesser beings would see them as royalty.