UNedited chapter - Rubble1

Since Long Wangchu’s birth, this was the first time he had ever set foot within the borders of a Kingdom of God.2

It wasn’t that the Dragon Lord was unwilling—it was simply that he couldn’t bear to bring this fool along and make a spectacle of himself before the kingdoms of god.3

Within a Kingdom of God, there were virtually no traces of abyssal dust. To Long Wangchu, every wisp of air here felt like an immortal dew that soothed the soul itself. It caused him to breathe with almost reverent caution.0

On the way to the Divine Son Palace, he couldn’t help but behold the grandeur of a Kingdom of God with eyes that kept darting about, and a throat that squirmed almost without pause. When he stood in front of the Divine Son Palace, and the gates swung open, his eyes widened involuntarily, and he could not close them for a long while.1

The ancient wall carvings, shimmering with a strange, dark glow, radiated the aura of several types of rare abyssal crystals—most of which he could not even identify. Pure abyssal crystals, which within his race were reserved only for the high-ranking dragon descendants, were merely used as stepping stones here. Literally. The paved path stretched as far as the eyes could see.3

Looking up, he saw magnificent canopies intricately woven with the Dreamweaver Kingdom of God’s crest; some hanging down, and some billowing above the high-ceilinged hall. The largest one stretched a full three hundred meters in width. Not only that, the profound jade silk used to weave these canopies was all too familiar to him.0

Only he, the young heir of the dragon race, was prestigious enough to wear robes adorned with such a luxurious fabric after all.5

Long Wangchu instinctively ducked his head, and...0