Chapter 339: Before the God

“A dragon?”

Li En still stood silently above, his face showing no hint of surprise or emotion, as if utterly indifferent to the slander—but in truth, he was deeply startled.

“I am not a dragon. I am a dragon-blooded. I am human.”

In calm words, with firm self-awareness, Li En declared his identity.

Even as many in the courtyard wore expressions of shock, Li En remained resolute.

“Heh.” The giant smiled. “Since you have the power to stand beside the god, then so be it—you say you are, then you are.”

“Ha.” The sapphire dragon made no reply; as a “kindred,” how could he possibly be mistaken?

Your dragon breath and dragon aura are purer than mine—what are you pretending for?

Unexplained anxiety rose within Li En; flames boiled inside him. The sapphire dragon’s contempt enraged him, and radiant fire engulfed his surroundings.

“Huh.”

Li En took a deep breath, his pupils regaining clarity, though his golden eyes now glowed with inner light.

Power always comes at a cost. Facing one of the chromatic dragon’s ancient foes, Li En found it hard to control his emotions.

This “nameless fire” burned constantly in his chest—a hatred inherited with his bloodline. Li En was puzzled: did the Many-Faced Dragon also carry such racial grudges?

No. It was a different kind of rage.

“Petty lower dragons and foolish giants.” A soul-deep roar threatened to escape—Li En forced it down.

He now understood the source of this emotion: the fury of a high dragon scorned by inferior kin.

But the sapphire dragon was a true dragon too—wasn’t he among the highest of dragonkind? Why then was he treated as a lower race?

【I am the guardian of drama and joy, the comforter of the suffering, the inspirer of artists and creators.】

Fiestriion finally spoke. As the god’s revelation echoed through the hall, all unease and anxiety were soothed.

The Comforter of Wounds—perhaps He truly held this divine office.

【...Through the principle of ancestral hero inheritance, I seek to reignite the divine flame and return to the mortal realm.】

The deity spoke His truth, and the hall seemed filled with sacred hymns.

He remained seated there; beneath the broken wooden throne lay a patch of grass, where a tranquil natural melody played softly.

Before every listener’s eyes, ancient landscapes appeared: the age when giants and dragons clashed, the brilliant twilight of the elf era, the countless disasters yet to come.

“My divine office and divine flame shall be reignited. A new faith congregation shall be rebuilt. Those willing to join may stay; those unwilling...”

“Huh.”

Right before Li En’s eyes, the figure wearing the sapphire crown vanished without a trace.

“Boom!”

Flames erupted uncontrollably around Li En; his suppressed rage burned him painfully. He realized he could not tolerate the dragons’ disdain and contempt—especially from so-called true dragons.

Yet to most present, this scene seemed perfectly natural.

Most dragons worship only the Dragon God, and regard other deities with only basic respect.

To them, involvement in a god’s revival was too dangerous and offered virtually no benefit (many dragons had long distanced themselves from the mortal world)—there was no reason to get involved.

But before leaving, he could at least have explained his refusal, showing respect to the host and bidding farewell. To depart so brazenly, without even a shred of reverence toward the deity, was a display of dragon arrogance.

To a true god, this was an act of blasphemy worthy of divine punishment.

“Who else?”

Li En had no power to pursue it now; he looked around.

This time, it seemed no one else remained.

For most mortals, if a god’s revival were real, it might be the greatest opportunity of their lives.

They did not fully believe—but for now, they were watching.