Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

Arthur, on the other hand, was focusing on the huge wall-like existence of the mountain up front, which seemed like a thin line drawn irregularly at first on the horizon line, but now it seemed more grand and clear to him.

It was a huge mountain series, extending for long miles into the west.

He knew his target would be in one valley to the west, but he didn't know the exact location, though. The map he had in hand, drawn inside the book, was roughly drawn from the ground, not air.

So, it seemed bizarre for him, trying to relate the drawing in the book with the scenes he was seeing up ahead.

"Land down there, I will keep the journey on foot," Arthur said, pointing to a place near the edge of the mountains. Once he jumped off the bird's back, he sensed the strange aura of this place. it was faint, so faint, but he could feel anything hostile, no matter how small it was.

He was watched, and whatever was watching didn't bode well to him.

"Say hi to Amelia for me," he said, waving his hand to the mage who just nodded, and left off, without knowing he was in danger just now.

Once the monster vanished of sight, the hostile aura diminished a lot.

'So, you are aggressive to other monsters then?' Arthur thought to himself, but as long as that aura didn't continue to focus on him, he wouldn't go off limit and try to stir it.

The only dilemma he had now was where he should go!

"The map is drawn for a ground path, marked by a dragon statue somewhere, but I can't find anything alike here," he muttered to himself, as he took out the book, examining the map drawn in it for a moment.

Once took it out, the previous hostile aura got greatly increased around him, in a way that he even started to feel the breath of a monster eyeing him, breathing just next to his cheeks.

It wasn't a monster, it was like a demon!

'How the hell I pop into another ancient demon?' he muttered, lamenting his bad luck, as he then took a quick glance at the book, closed it and put it away.

He was readying himself for battle, but once he took away the book, the aura vanished again.

That wasn't a coincidence, that's what he started to think of. He thought of this aura again, and this time he didn't look at it in a hostile way, but as a guidance.

'No force should be living here, except for that hidden academy,' he muttered to himself, as he tried to recall the direction that aura came from, and started heading that way.

He walked for one hour, along the huge side of these mountains, but his mind was trying to recall, vividly, the direction of that aura, until he couldn't recall anymore.

'Let's use some help then,' he muttered, as he took out the book, opened the page on the map. Once the map was shown, the aura reappeared again, confirming Arthur's guess. He then felt it clearly, and then closed the book, put it away, with the disappearance of the aura, before continuing on his way.

He walked for another four hours, through which he used the book for two times, to make sure he was going in the right direction.

Once he reached the place where he felt the aura emanated from, he didn't find anything special about the place. it was a piece of the mountain main body, just like any other mountain he passed by during the past hours.

'Something is missing,' he muttered, and when he couldn't find any clue, he opened the book again.

The moment the book opened on the page of the map, the aura emanated at once, and this time Arthur was able to witness the magic.

'A dragon statue will lead the way, truly to the words,' he marveled at the work he was eyeing right now in front of him. the whole wall that was like any other part of the mountain changed, or transformed, like it was made out of sand, covering a statue made of gold and silver, then you poured water on it, removing all the fake sand from the picture.

A great statue of a mighty dragon was standing, with much majesty and pride, pointing its huge head with horns towards the direction under its claws.

Arthur marveled the statue for a moment, this wasn't the work of a no one. Even back at his cultivation world, such a marvelous work couldn't be attained at all.

The statue reserved the aura of a true dragon, that was Arthur's best guess. The aura was left here to guide those who had the guiding book, which was now changing in Arthur's eyes, from just a mere worthless book of tales into a book holding secrets.

Without any hesitation, he moved towards the place he was guided to. He didn't let the book go, or flip the pages. He knew the part he was heading to right now was part of the hard mountain body, but the moment he reached it, he could see a small gate, in human size, looking very minute in comparison to that mighty being above it.

He entered through it, and he was able to pass through it without any hindrance of any kind.

The moment he passed the gate, he found himself in front of an entrance to a valley, a valley that looked strangely to a heavenly garden, just like the one he held a possession of, but it seemed much grandiose.

This time he had no greedy intentions towards this place. He was sure the owner wasn't here anymore, but he came here looking for answers not to cause trouble.

And so he entered the valley, without any intention of touching any plant or herb here, though he felt the place seemed very ancient; the quality of the plants here were on a total whole level higher than the garden he owned.