"..."

Not far from the entrance to the labyrinth, a few men and women cloaked in long robes also gazed in the direction of the giant dragon by the edge of the river.

They had slender ears and delicate bones, like the elves living under the Yigde Tree—except unlike those elves, their skin wasn't a pristine white but rather a brownish hue, reminiscent of ripe wheat.

If Luo Yan had seen them, he would have recognized them instantly.

These were Dark Night Elves!

Exiled from the Yigde Tree, they were among the rare few who didn't live in Hell but pledged their allegiance to the Demon God Bayele!

By the way, they were also considered "protected species" in Hell, but that title was meaningless outside of Demon City.

The Dark Night Elf holding a withered magic staff turned his gaze from the dragon's back to the man-made channel next to the river.

Clearly, that was the work of those dim-witted Earth Dragon clan members.

"It seems we don't need to make a move after all."

They hadn't expected the Lord Demon King to be more concerned about this labyrinth than they had imagined, which was somewhat surprising to them.

But then again, it made sense—after all, it was his territory, and they were merely residents who had found refuge here.

The withered magic staff emitted a creak.

Upon closer inspection, that seemingly withered branch was actually alive!

"Shouldn't we go up and say hello?"

The lead Dark Night Elf shook his head.

"...Not seeing and seeing but not helping are two different matters; let's head back first."

After speaking, he turned and disappeared into the shadows of the forest, and the others hurriedly followed his steps, as if they had never been there...

Such great commotion was bound to attract the attention of surrounding forces; the seemingly peaceful forest was busier than anyone could imagine.

Only Sordo and a group of shark people warriors, who were deep in the first layer of the labyrinth, were quietly waiting for the attention of the Lord Demon King.

"Da—"

A drop of rain fell on the back of Luo Yan's hand.

Without knowing when, the sky had become overcast, with the occasional flash of lightning piercing through the clouds.

The sporadic raindrops gradually turned into a steady drizzle of autumn rain, extinguishing the faltering wildfires.

As if sensing the arrival of a grand being, the dragon, now completely calm, lifted its head and faced the sky with reverence.

Luo Yan withdrew his right hand from the scales.

At the same time, a hoarse whisper rose to his ear.

"Thank you."

It was the language of the dragon.

As if from a thousand years past.

Luo Yan paused, then responded.

"You're welcome." (in draconic)

The dragon slowly bowed its head, seemingly speaking in draconic.

Luo Yan couldn't understand what it was saying, but he suddenly felt a faint warmth surge through his body, bringing an indescribable comfort to every cell.

He looked at his hands and saw his skin, pale from lack of sunlight, had been coated with a faint golden sheen!

As the pale golden light faded, he felt a surge of strength throughout his body.

Realizing something, Luo Yan immediately opened his attribute panel, and indeed, there were two new entries in the talent section!

[Dragon God's Blessing: Magic, physical, and Spirit resistances greatly increased!]

[Giant Dragon's Blood: Recovery ability greatly increased!]

Linte Isaac's system didn't provide specific values, suggesting that perhaps the transmigrator predecessor hadn't experienced receiving a dragon's blessing.

Even without specific values displayed on the status bar, he could still feel the surging power coursing through his veins—that was the most real feeling.

Luo Yan wasn't sure if everyone who freed an enslaved dragon's soul would receive the Dragon God's blessing or if he had unwittingly done something to please the Dragon God.

For example—

Confronting a giant dragon with a body of steel?

Regardless, receiving a blessing from the Dragon God was indeed rare.

At least, as far as Luo Yan knew, the documented cases were few and far between.

Using its last ounce of strength to complete the spell, the dragon lowered its body and lay prostrate on the ground, letting Luo Yan and Alakdo off its back.

"This is my gift to you." (in draconic)

"Goodbye." (in draconic)

As the deep roar ended, that mountainous figure turned to dust before everyone's eyes and dispersed with the wind...

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