In the treasury of the Black Wing Royal Court, Caesar looked like he was dead. He was lying motionless in the dragon's nest that had been converted into a soft shack. Around him were stacked gold and gemstones. This was the standard environment for a True Dragon to hibernate.
This young Black Dragon now looked rather frightening. Those who did not know would think that this was an Undead Dragon or an Ancient Dragon that was about to die of old age. Caesar's entire body's nutrition had been sucked clean by something. His muscles had shrunk rapidly. The dried dragon skin under the dragon scales stuck to his bones as if the scales were forcefully wrapping around a dragon's bones.
The twenty-five-meter-long Black Dragon was lying on the ground like a small mountain. His muscles had shrunk. Even his originally huge head was only left with a shiny chin that had not changed. The rest had become as terrifying as Garen's and Blakesia's skeletal faces.
Speaking of Garen and Blakesia, these two dragons were not arranged to enter the Tuhala Desert. Hence, their condition was still relatively good. It was worth mentioning that although Caesar did not particularly like these two young dragons, he actually had to thank them this time.
In a situation where the Black Dragon Emperor had fallen into a deep slumber and the Black Wing Clan had suffered a great blow, the two little dragons had stood out, holding up the great banner of the royal court and doing their best to maintain the order of the various countries in the Northern Lands. They had also suppressed the turbulent situation and punished and hanged a large number of traitors who harbored ill intentions.
Due to their nature being castrated, the two young dragons did not have as strong a desire for power and wealth as before. They would definitely grab a handful of gold coins from the taxes. However, in terms of their actions and the direction of the allocation of wealth, they still adhered to the Black Dragon Emperor's previous guiding ideology. This was quite fair to dragons, especially the Pentashade Dragons.
Caesar's breathing was long and slow. If one did not stay beside him and stare at him for a long time, one would even think that this Black Dragon had died. In a deep sleep, the physiological needs of dragons would drop to an extremely low level. Of course, their strength would also be greatly reduced. This was also the reason why dragons had to find a place to hide during their hibernation period.
As time passed, the dust on Caesar's body became thicker and thicker. About a year later, as no one dared to come in and take care of him, the Black Dragon's originally bright black body was covered with a layer of gray. This fellow's body was still thin and shriveled, but it was growing at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye. Now, it had exceeded twenty-eight meters.
In the second year, Caesar's body had reached the thirtieth level.
This was normal for Red Dragons and Blue Dragons. Ancient Red Dragons and Ancient Blue Dragons could easily reach this size, or even larger. However, the Black Dragon was different. For such a small dragon species, thirty meters was a threshold that was very difficult to cross. Some of the average Black Dragon and White Dragon would never be able to cross it in their entire lives.
Caesar, however, breezed through this phase in a single sleep.
In the two years of his slumber, the news of the failure of the Dragon Hunter who had hunted "Queen" Aksuya had spread throughout Airadia. At the same time, the name "Black Emperor" became a legend. Caesar Tangerine instantly stole the limelight and became the most active Crown of True Dragons in the world.
In the year 1649 of the Second Era of Aladia, which was also the third year after Caesar fell into a deep slumber, the breathing of the Black Dragon Emperor finally began to quicken. Flames and electric arcs rose from his gigantic black body, and streams of particles that could not be seen by the naked eye continued to appear. Under the dust, his body that was originally just skin and bones gradually began to fill up. However, he still had not recovered to his previous strong state.
After that, Caesar's breathing once again became slow and no longer emitted Draconic Aura. However, the temperature of this guy's body began to gradually rise, and the dark black scales gradually turned dark red. Then, the emerald floor beneath him began to emit wisps of black smoke and began to melt. If someone were to face the Black Dragon Emperor at this time, they probably wouldn't be able to stand in front of this dragon and escape from their fear.
Finally, after another year, at the entrance of the Blackwing Palace, a powerful roar suppressed the violent thunder of the storm, and a huge black figure appeared at the top of the Blackwing Palace at the same time.
After three long years of slumber, Caesar Tangerine finally completely recovered his strength and even reached a higher level.
The Black Dragon Emperor now looked about the same as a normal Black Dragon. Although his voice was full of energy, he didn't look good at all. He was skinny, and his body was covered in dust that had condensed into long hair. The bottom color of the dust was gray, but after being heated by Caesar's body temperature, the bottom end was dark red.
However, Caesar had become even bigger, and his body had reached thirty-one meters. With such a length, even among the Black Dragon Clan in the entire Endless Domain, he could be ranked at the top. If his strength could become stronger and reach the level of the Ancient Dragons and Ancestral Dragons, Caesar might become one of the leaders of the Black Dragon Clan in the entire Astral World.
This Black Dragon perched on all fours at the top of the tall tower of the Blackwing Palace, lowering his head and looking down at his territory with his ferocious and skinny dragon face. Apart from his body shape, the biggest change to Caesar was his chest. The powerful energy of the fission furnace had a considerable impact on his body, and this was directly reflected on Caesar's body.
On the Black Dragon's chest, the originally hard and textured plant armor scales had disappeared, leaving only bare skin. In order to protect himself and bear the full output of the furnace, the void pipes that originally only existed inside Caesar's body had appeared outside, occupying the surface of his chest. They crisscrossed and looked like wounds and cracks on his body.
The unbearable stench of his body, along with flames and smoke, Caesar crashed directly into the lake dug out at the border of the Imperial City. White water splashed into the sky, and the dust and mud on the Black Dragon's body were quickly cleaned off. They were peeled off from his body and sunk into the lake, dyeing the entire lake a faint layer of black.
When the solidified dust fell, the originally bright black body of the Black Dragon was completely revealed. The huge body of thirty meters long had already surpassed all Black Dragons that could appear in the Prime Material World. Even the largest of the Pentashade Dragons, the Red Dragon, only the Ancient Dragon stage Red Dragon could have such a standard.
The four horns on the Black Dragon Emperor's chin and head all flashed with a dazzling metallic luster. It was extremely eye-catching. This even went against the physiological habit of the Black Dragon who loved to hide and camouflage. The luster of his horns and scales were also dark black, but the metallic luster on his chin was more similar to that of a polished silver-gray.
Soon, the cleansed Black Dragon climbed out of the lake and returned to the shore. Three years of growth and adjustment in slumber had consumed all the nutrients in Caesar's body. The Black Dragon who had shaken off his scrawny body had returned to the form of a skeletal Black Emperor.
Having just awakened, this guy still couldn't control his power well. Corrosive water droplets dripped from his mouth, showing the huge changes in the Black Dragon's body. At the same time, it also showed how hungry this guy was. Before dealing with the chores, Caesar had to have a good meal first.