"Hmm, it's normal for my form to change now that I've become a Dragon King!" Dimos lowered his head, and the two molten-gold-like dragon pupils looked down at Muria, who had grown to fifteen meters tall over the years, and the golden dragon girl.

"It's you, Atreus, my daughter," the golden Dragon King exclaimed with a hint of surprise, "You called me 'dad' today. It's been so long since I heard that."

"Hey, old man, I rarely call you dad, and you should just respond properly when I do. What's with the big deal?" The golden dragon girl sat on Muria's now exceptionally broad shoulder, her face displeased.

"Old man!" When Dragon King Dimos heard his daughter call him that, his expression immediately returned to normal. This was the name he was accustomed to, but he found the term "dad" a bit awkward.

Muria, witnessing this exchange, felt a bit confused. Was this a normal father-daughter relationship? His impression of the Golden Dragon Princess Atreus had always been positive; she was powerful, knowledgeable, with only a slight flaw of greediness.

But now, Atreus's behavior challenged Muria's understanding. As a renowned golden dragon known for her knowledge and elegance, she addressed her father in such a manner, completely distorting Muria's perception.

What surprised Muria even more was the attitude of his grandfather. He seemed accustomed to the ordinary term of address, while the term "dad" made him uncomfortable. What had he experienced to become like this?

"It's rare, Atreus," Dimos glanced playfully at Muria, "Is it because of my grandson? Hehe, trying to maintain your elegant lady image in front of your son?"

"Enough talk," Atreus interrupted, her tone impatient. "Did you collect the things I asked for?"

"Heh," Dimos chuckled awkwardly, "You asked for too many things, too diverse. I haven't collected them all yet."

"Hmm!" Atreus narrowed her eyes. "Then how much have you collected?"

"Cough, not much," Dimos coughed awkwardly, seeming a bit embarrassed.

"How many items?"

"...," Dimos fell silent.

"You haven't collected a single one!" Atreus said expressionlessly, staring at Dimos. "If you haven't collected anything, why did you come here and waste my time?"

"Don't blame me, daughter. The things you want are all legendary-level materials for blood purification. Moreover, they are all of the pure bloodline type. Such things, whoever gets them, either uses them immediately or trades them quickly. When do I have the chance to collect them?" Dimos defended himself, trying to gain his daughter's understanding.

"You're already a Dragon King. Legendary-level materials shouldn't be a problem for you. Just find a sufficiently ancient, weakly divine evil god, kill him, and take his wealth! The wealth of a god can buy anything!" Atreus retorted.

"It's not as simple as you think. Besides, I've only recently broken through to become a Dragon King. I'm still in the process of consolidating my strength. Although I'm not afraid of any gods now, it's too early for god-slaying.," Dimos replied.

"Ha, how long did it take for the other Dragon Kings in Eurasia to slay gods? You're really disappointing, old man," Atreus mocked.

"Hmph, those old dragons had been Dragon Kings for a long time before they started slaying gods. I've only been a Dragon King for a short while. When I fully master my power, I'll go pick a weak god to start with," Dimos retorted.

"That's what you say. When the time comes and you get the loot, remember to split it with me," Atreus interjected.

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"Split it with you? Impossible," Dimos refused without hesitation, but his next words made Muria doubt whether his grandfather was really a dragon. "However, I'll allow you to choose three items you like."

"No, three items are too few. I want at least thirty," Atreus demanded.

"Thirty items? Then I might as well give you all the loot directly. No way, five items at most," Dimos countered.

"Fifteen items, no less," Atreus insisted.

...

Muria listened with disbelief as his mother and grandfather haggled over the loot from an unseen evil god.

"Alright, that's settled. When you slay the god, I'll choose seven items first," Atreus concluded, laying down the final verdict, leaving Dimos looking pained. Unlike Muria, who lacked "common sense," both father and daughter thought it was perfectly normal as Dragon Kings to easily kill a weakly divine evil god.

"Alright, old man, enough chit-chat. Tell me how to solve the problem. I asked you to collect materials, but you haven't done anything," Atreus demanded, her expression turning sour after the promising conversation with her father.

"You asked for materials to purify my grandson's bloodline, right?" Dimos observed Muria carefully, causing the young dragon to feel uneasy under his intense gaze.

"Correct, his ancestral golden dragon bloodline is weaker than mine," Atreus raised an eyebrow. "I want to set up a legendary-level bloodline purification array to enhance Muria's bloodline. At the very least, it should be restored to the same level as mine. Lower-level purification arrays are useless."

"Muria, is that my grandson's name?" Dimos glanced at Muria, then came to a conclusion.

"What's going on? I also feel that Muria's ancestral golden dragon bloodline is significantly weaker," Atreus frowned.

"Hmph, isn't it because you wanted a Titan as a mate? If you had chosen a dragon, even an ordinary golden dragon, the offspring would have weakened bloodlines but not to this extent," Dimos explained.

"A Titan as a mate?" Atreus repeated with disdain, "Not to mention the Golden Dragon Clan, even if it's the entire Metallic Dragon Clan, is there a dragon worthy of me, Atreus Elonsath?"

"So, you chose a near-divine being as a mate?" Dragon King Dimos looked at his daughter with a helpless expression. "Since no dragon in the Metallic Dragon Clan caught your eye, you could have looked among the legendary dragon clans like the Power or Time Dragons."

"They are just a bunch of dragons who rely solely on bloodlines. My mate, Ansol, brought back a Power Dragon a few years ago, and he's raising it now," Atreus scoffed.

"Erm!" Dimos was choked for words. He couldn't say anything more. He shifted the topic, "Actually, I'm surprised that you and the Titan could produce offspring. Although Muria's ancestral golden dragon bloodline has been weakened, it's only half of his lineage. With the other half being Titan bloodline, his future won't be much worse than yours. There's no need to purify the bloodline."

"Forget about that. I want to purify Muria's golden dragon bloodline. Do you have a way?" Atreus waved her hand impatiently. She had already guessed what her father would say, and now she just wanted confirmation.

"Of course, I have a way. And there's no need to set up a complicated legendary array with various materials," Dimos said, lifting his claw and pressing it on the platform of the Five-Colored Dragon Castle. He leaned down, his eyes shining, carefully observing Muria once again.

Muria felt a bit intimidated by the giant dragon eyes staring at him more intensely than anyone else.

"Hey, old man, transform into human form. You're scaring little Muria with your current size," Atreus said, sitting on Muria's shoulder. She noticed her son's changing expression clearly.

"Ha ha, alright." A brilliant golden light flashed, and the towering golden Dragon King disappeared. In his place, a young man with golden hair and golden eyes appeared in front of Muria.

He stood tall and handsome, with an air of maturity despite his youthful appearance. Though his human form seemed young, his eyes held the wisdom of endless ages, giving the impression of a knowledgeable elder.

"Muria, my descendant," the Dragon King in his new form looked at Muria, "Is this your true form now?"

Muria nodded. He rarely transformed into a human form. Most of the time, he remained in his true form. Both forms were humanoid; it's just that his true form was slightly larger and adorned with more ornaments. Over the years, he had grown accustomed to it.

"Can you transform into the form of a golden dragon?"

"The form of a golden dragon... how?" Muria asked, puzzled. He could use shapeshifting to become human, and through practice, he could even mimic the seventy-two transformations of Sun Wukong from ancient myths and legends, turning into various animals.

But a dragon wasn't an ordinary animal. In the hierarchy of shapeshifting, a dragon was the highest level of transformation. For example, in the druid profession, only the strongest druids could transform into dragons, albeit only into green dragons, which were neither strong nor weak among chromatic dragons. Muria had never heard of anyone who could transform into a golden dragon, the most powerful form among metallic dragons.

"Through the power of the golden dragon bloodline in your body, you can transform into the form of a golden dragon," Dimos explained.

"How do I do that?" Muria looked at his grandfather, feeling lost.

"..." Dimos fell silent. After a while, he spoke again, "It will happen naturally. Do you know about bloodline sorcerers?"

"I do." Muria nodded. Bloodline sorcerers were a type of profession that fought by transplanting or inheriting powerful biological bloodlines. Despite many limitations, they were much stronger than ordinary professionals.

"Some bloodline sorcerers, when their bloodlines are purified to a certain degree, can transform into the creatures their bloodlines originate from. By their standards, you should have been able to transform into a golden dragon long ago, and you can stay in that form as long as you want, without limitations," Dimos explained.

"Then why can't I do it?"

"Your Titan bloodline is suppressing your golden dragon bloodline," the Dragon King said, looking at Muria's true form dominated by his Titan appearance. To be honest, he wasn't happy about it.

"My golden dragon bloodline suppressed?" Atreus looked at the Dragon King. "Are you joking? My bloodline is no weaker than Ansol's. How could it be suppressed by his bloodline?"

Atreus looked frustrated, staring straight at her father. "I don't care. As a Dragon King, you must have a solution. Solve it quickly. I don't want Muria's golden dragon bloodline to be suppressed."

"I certainly have a solution." The Dragon King frowned at the patches of golden dragon scales occasionally appearing on Muria's body. He knew that it was a result of his own actions causing the bloodline to reactivate, but such changes were of no use.

So, the Dragon King extended his hand, and a pale golden crystal about the size of his current human form appeared. In the center of the crystal was a drop of blood emitting a brilliant golden light, exuding tangible pressure that instantly filled the space in front of Muria.