Chapter 154: The Golden Dragon Mother

A pale golden Eternal Flame flickered, and within it, a humanoid armor over a hundred meters tall quietly floated. Muria's blood and soul imbued it with a peculiar vitality, making the armor seem as if it were alive, constantly engulfing the pale golden Eternal Flame.

Ancient divine scripts condensed one after another within the flames and were then absorbed by the splendid armor, gradually bestowing it with an aura of majesty. As more and more divine scripts were devoured by the armor, its majesty grew increasingly profound.

Eventually, Muria felt as though he was witnessing the gradual revival of an ancient god from legends within the flames! An ancient, vast, and distant aura spread…

As time passed, the gold in the Eternal Flame faded away, gradually returning to its original transparent and colorless state, while the altar began to shine again from the bottom up, bursting forth with colorful spiritual lights.

"It's about time!" Muria, seeing the last trace of pale gold fade from the Eternal Flame on the altar, spread his arms and called out to the armor radiating dazzling golden spiritual light within the flames.

"My armor, come forth!"

Within the Eternal Flame, the armor that formed a complete humanoid figure dispersed into pieces: helmet, face guard, neck protector, shoulder armor, wings, arm guards, wrist guards, hand armor, chestplate, abdominal armor, battle skirt, leg guards, greaves, and combat boots.

The armor's components turned into streams of light that rushed towards Muria, reassembling on his body to protect every inch of his skin, leaving no part exposed…

"Sacred Glorious Abyss!" As Muria uttered the name of this armor, divine light erupted, and ancient divine scripts formed nine-colored divine patterns on every part of the armor, spreading a vast aura of suppression, as if an ancient god that had been nurtured alongside the world was returning through the long corridors of time.

On the face guard that perfectly fitted Muria's face, two dazzling beams of golden light burst forth, shooting into the Eternal Flame. Then, Muria, donned in the Sacred Glorious Abyss, became motionless, entering into the understanding of the mysteries of soul and power for the tenth time.

Enduring the pain of his soul being torn apart ten times, he gained ten opportunities to comprehend the soul. This was the reward Muria deserved, for there are gains only after sacrifices.

Beneath his feet, the twenty-ninth soul essence emerged, followed by the outline of the thirtieth ring of soul intent, which then rapidly condensed.

The Sacred Glorious Abyss was unlike any of the nine weapons Muria had before. In forging it, Muria paid a greater price, and now, he reaped more in return.

"Boom!" A layer of golden spiritual light ripples spread from Muria, and thick lightning erupted on his armored body, then slithered like a giant python, forming a hurricane that encircled him.

Intense dragon flames burned on the armor, and within the dragon flames, shadows of golden dragons seemed to dance up and down, emitting deep dragon roars.

"My power has grown stronger!" Every part of his body, even his fingers wrapped in armor, moved slightly. Muria, now armored, felt as though his strength had increased by several levels, giving him the sensation that he could punch through the void of the Armament Hall.

Hmm, that must be an illusion! His weapons could leave marks in the Void Armament Hall because of their top-notch material, not because Muria could break the hall with his power.

"Young Titan, do you feel much stronger suddenly?"

"Yes!" Muria looked at the Void Spirit that easily broke through the hurricane surrounding him and materialized in front of him.

"Do you want to know why?"

Muria remained silent, just quietly watching it. The golden armor, naturally imbued with an aura of disdain for all things and a high-and-mighty majesty, especially the face guard that perfectly matched Muria's face.

"Because you are too weak!" Even without Muria speaking, the Void Spirit, a being difficult to endear itself to others, still gave its own answer, "The weapons and armor I forged are meant for adult Titans. And you, a Titan who has just advanced to the second tier of soul intent, wearing armor far beyond your own strength, naturally results in this outcome."

"Alright!" Muria nodded calmly, not needing others to remind him. The sudden surge in power was indeed due to the newly forged armor.

"Hephaestus, send me back!" Muria began to gather the thunder, hurricane, and dragon flames that had spilled over due to the increase in power.

"Won't you stay a bit longer?" The Void Spirit seemed to foresee something, "Perhaps, for a very long time, we won't meet again. Our next meeting will be in hundreds or thousands of years."

"Hey, then let's meet again in a thousand years." Muria smiled. Although the Void Spirit had forged nine weapons that greatly satisfied him and a set of armor that could be considered perfect, Muria found it hard to feel grateful towards it.

Because the process was too painful, being slowly tortured and bled, and having his soul drawn out to forge weapons. If it weren't known that this was a necessary process to forge personalized weapons, Muria guessed that Titans with substantial achievements would have already destroyed the Armament Hall.

"Smile a bit longer, let's see if you can still smile when you get back." Hearing Muria's words and sensing his excitement and exhilaration, the Void Spirit muttered softly.

"Sacred Glorious Abyss!" Muria did not store the majestic and imposing Sacred Glorious Abyss armor within his body. His heart surged with the desire to fight, eager to confront some Titans and let them taste his now rock-hard fists.

"Oh, by the way, young Titan, what's your name?"

"My name is Muria! Muria Iapetus Elonsus."

"Muria, huh? I'll remember that. You, who are not afraid of pain and are daring, might just have a slim chance of becoming an epic Titan."

"Hmph, I definitely will become epic." Muria disappeared from the Armament Hall with a dazzling teleportation light.

Atop the majestic mountains, Muria descended with thunder and flames, the hurricanes sweeping down, affecting the many ancient and majestic palaces. His power had not yet fully receded.

"I'm back!" Seeing the terrifying impact his unleashed power had, Muria was unfazed. He had personally laid down defensive formations around each palace on the mountain; this level of impact was manageable.

However, embarrassingly, Muria's roar echoed through the mountains, but there was no movement within the palace complexes. Not only did the expected scene of dragons coming to greet him not occur, but there wasn't even a shadow of a dragon.

It was as if the dragons had left the mountain empty.

"Did these guys really get carried away playing while I was at the Armament Hall? Not a single dragon in sight."

Muria muttered, his anger gradually rising as he slowly descended towards the courtyard at the mountain's peak.

"Hmm!" As soon as he neared the courtyard, Muria sensed something was amiss. The life auras of Troy, the three Red Dragon sisters, and the White Dragon Clodia permeated the air; they were all inside the courtyard, but none had come out to meet him.

Thus, Muria slowly lowered his head, just in time to see a stunningly beautiful girl riding a white tiger walking out of his palace, and then, Muria's golden dragon eyes met the beautiful girl's water-cutting golden eyes.

"Hehe!"

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