After the slumbering Heavenly Dragon and Shen Long were brought into the Dragon Palace, they were placed in the depths of the Dragon Clan's realm—the Dragon Realm—by the Earth Dragon for recuperation. This space, suspended without bounds, was composed of clouds formed from the primordial energies of heaven and earth.

Once both ancestral dragons were carried inside, they uncontrollably transformed into their true forms, spanning millions of miles, with the Heavenly Dragon adopting a verdant hue and Shen Long manifesting in a resplendent purple-gold.

A century later, within the Dragon Realm...

Shen Long slowly opened his eyes, his vision still hazy as he stretched languidly. The clash of primal energies echoed in the space around him.

"Ah? Where am I? The aura here is so rich that I can transform into my true form?"

As he pondered, a realization struck him, "Right, I was injured. Brother Heavenly Dragon saved me, and then... How could I have missed that kiss!" Clearly, Shen Long regretted the unfinished business before his unconsciousness.

"Sigh..." He sighed while surveying his surroundings. "Huh? There’s another little dragon here."

Transforming into his ethereal form, Shen Long approached for a closer look. Though he referred to it as a little dragon, it was, in fact, a magnificent Seven-Clawed Divine Dragon, stretching a hundred thousand miles, its entire being adorned in a shimmering shade of purple.

Having lived as a human for over twenty years in his past life, he had developed a sense of aesthetics, and now, after countless years as a dragon, he still held a refined taste for beauty.

"This dragon is truly stunning." Shen Long couldn’t help but murmur, his hand reaching out to caress the divine dragon's delicate purple horns.

“Roar—” Suddenly, a resonant dragon’s roar echoed, sending Shen Long tumbling backward until he stopped a hundred miles away. Sparks crackled around him, and a tingling sensation coursed through his body.

"Thunder attribute? No wonder it’s purple! A female dragon, and with a thunder attribute at that; she’s practically a female tyrannosaurus!" Shen Long detested lightning, so the notion of a thunderous dragoness being such was irksome to him.

“Roar—” Another furious roar emanated as the female tyrannosaurus charged at him again.

"Heh... Come at me again," Shen Long said, watching the purple divine dragon charge towards him once more. He leaped forward, grasping her two horns, and bellowed, “Bind!” The purple dragoness found herself immobilized in midair.

“You female tyrannosaurus, let’s see if you dare to crash into me again. I’m just going to observe and touch; what can you do about it?” he said, feigning a leisurely examination of her.

“Huh? Why do those eyes seem so familiar? And this aura?” Upon closer inspection, Shen Long recalled where he had seen such eyes before; their complex gaze only confirmed his suspicions.

“I will release you, but you must revert to your ethereal form, do you understand?” He waved his hand, and the binding spell dissipated. The purple divine dragon swayed, transforming into a woman clad in purple garments, with flowing purple hair, flushed cheeks, and an expression of exhilaration as she sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

Staring at the woman before him, Shen Long was momentarily entranced. “Absolutely breathtaking!!!” he exclaimed involuntarily.

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At his compliment, the woman’s eyes sparkled with delight, resembling crescent moons.

After waiting for a considerable time, noticing Shen Long’s unwavering gaze upon her, she shot him an annoyed glance, revealing a wealth of charm.

In a flash of purple, the woman had wrapped herself around Shen Long’s neck, softly saying, “You’re awake.”

Uncertain of how to respond, Shen Long—a naive soul from two lifetimes—stammered, “You’ve reached the Great Dao? No wonder I didn’t recognize you.”

The purple-clad woman shot him a reproachful glance, internally cursing him for being dense. Then, her delicate hands cradled his face as she stood on tiptoe, bringing her luscious lips close to his.

Sometimes, certain things simply occur as if destined, such as the creation of the next generation.

As he gazed at those vermilion lips, a warm sensation surged within Shen Long’s abdomen. Looking at this stunning woman, he felt an overwhelming desire to merge her with his very being.

Was this the dragon nature of indulgence?

Grasping the woman’s delicate shoulders, Shen Long tilted his head, preparing to kiss her soft lips, his warm breath caressing her neck.

“Mmm.” Despite her initial nerves, the purple-clad woman too felt the exhilaration of the moment, the tingling sensations along her neck and shoulders causing her body to tense with anticipation.

At long last, he kissed her—finally! After a century apart, this beautiful woman was truly his.

In that moment of their lips meeting, a fleeting thought crossed Shen Long’s mind: Was this the romance of the century? However, this notion quickly faded as the heat of desire enveloped him.

Shen Long, inherently gentle, tenderly captured the purple-clad woman’s lips with his, his tongue dancing with hers, while his hands gradually moved down to her slender waist.

Observing her tightly shut eyes and her inviting demeanor, his desire surged wildly within him.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, Shen Long’s hand boldly explored the generous curves of the woman’s chest.

“Ah,” she gasped, her large, watery eyes wide open, looking up at Shen Long with a pout of grievance.

Seeing her sultry expression, Shen Long could hardly contain himself. Yet, his other hand ventured beneath her purple robes, seeking the hidden treasures of her body.

“Ah!” The woman’s mesmerizing eyes closed once more, her delicate hands entwined around Shen Long’s neck, her soft form melting against him.

No longer able to suppress the flames of desire, Shen Long stomped his foot, causing the primordial energy beneath him to surge violently. The cloud-like energy formed pillars of various lengths and widths—three thousand in total—representing the extent of his comprehension of the Three Thousand Avenues.

Why go to such lengths?

This was Shen Long’s first experience; he was determined to protect it from intrusion.

In this simple space, a cloud bed emerged. Overcome with desire, Shen Long lifted the purple-clad woman onto the cloud bed. At that moment, the world fell silent, and the two finally laid bare their hearts to one another, enveloped in the boundless springtime of the cloud bed.

…

Indeed, the world had quieted.

“You rascal, stealing my daughter and not even allowing this old man to take a look,” a voice thundered from the outer depths of the Dragon Realm.

Upon closer inspection, it was revealed to be the old man Ao Tianyi—also known as Ao Kun, the dragon father referred to by the purple-clad woman.

“Oh, come now, you old scoundrel, taking advantage yet acting coy. Your daughter is with an ancestral dragon; what more could you wish for?” chuckled a nearby middle-aged man.

It was none other than the Heavenly Dragon, now stripped of his previous imposing aura, yet still radiating a magnetic presence that commanded respect. Clearly, although he could not utilize his powers for a millennium due to the use of secret Dragon Clan techniques, his understanding of the Dao had significantly improved.

“There are four ancestral dragons, yet I have only one daughter,” the old man grumbled, irritated.

“Enough! Let’s play chess. A father should not intrude upon his daughter’s private affairs,” said the other, redirecting his gaze back to the chessboard.

“Eh? Old man, did you pilfer my pieces? You already knew about your daughter; why the fuss? You’re trying to be clever again,” the middle-aged man teased.

“No, no,” the old man replied, fidgeting uncomfortably, defending himself nervously.

“You stubborn old fool, you wore that expression when you stole my pieces before.”

“Did I?”

…

At that moment, within the Dragon Realm, a wave of magical energy rippled, perceptible even to the gathered dragons outside, who rushed over to investigate.

Meanwhile, the Heavenly Dragon stood up in shock. “The ancestral dragon has ascended; the Mystic Dragon has reached the quasi-saint level!”

Ao Tianyi also rose in astonishment, asking, “Could it be? How long has it been?”