[Seven-Colored Dragon Scale Armor]

Mimic Equipment

Tier: Myth

Bound to: Lin Yi / Feng Hua

Upon activating Mimic Equipment, the following attributes are unlocked:

Life Value +600000

Mana +250000

Magic Defense +500

Physical Defense +500

Usage Level: Lv0

Additional Trait 1: When the host's Life Value exceeds 1.5 million, add 200,000 Life Value/Mana.

Inherit Elf Dragon's Active Skill [Rejuvenation of All Things]: Convert mana into lost Life Value to recover; Cool-down Time: 50s.

Inherit Elf Dragon's Passive Skill [Dragon's Might]: For targets lower in level than the host's actual level, reduce their All Attributes by 10% per level; for targets more than Lv10 lower than the host, deal 200% actual damage; for targets more than Lv15 lower, 100% chance to trigger One-Hit Kill, damage immune.

Inherit Elf Dragon's Passive Skill [Dragon Fury]: For targets higher in level than the host's actual level, gain 10% All Attributes bonus per level, up to a maximum of 150%; for targets more than Lv15 higher, trigger [Unyielding] passive: damage suffered by the host is reduced by 10%.

Note: Mimic Equipment duration is 1 hour; Cool-down Time: 24 hours.

...

Lin Yi stared blankly at the attributes of the Mimic [Seven-Colored Dragon Scale Armor], deeply moved: 'Is this what the Elf Dragon left for me?'

Lin Yi was utterly shocked by its powerful attributes.

To say nothing else.

Just the 800,000 Life Value left Lin Yi dumbfounded.

Let alone the three additional skills.

These three skills are each more extraordinary than the last.

Lin Yi couldn't have imagined.

The Elf Dragon not only sacrificed itself but also left such a generous gift for him!

This stirred a wave of emotions in Lin Yi's heart once again.

Lin Yi attempted to enter the Elf Race's [Prosperity Mall] to see if he could exchange for a new Elf Dragon.

The result was as expected.

The Elf Dragon's trace was already lost within.

The power of the Mimicry completely surpassed Lin Yi's expectations.

Yet precisely because of its strength, he couldn't help but think again of the Elf Dragon that accompanied him for so long.

Lin Yi sat weakly on the chair, staring blankly at the tightly closed door.

Until now, Lin Yi couldn't accept that he had already lost the Elf Dragon.

The Elf Dragon was Lin Yi's second combat pet after Aifula.

It accompanied Lin Yi for the longest time and provided enormous support.

Its departure truly made Lin Yi feel as if he had lost a dear friend, an unbearable thought.

...

At that moment.

The Jialan Imperial Capital had long since seen sunset, the lights just beginning to shine.

Under the black night sky, bustling streets were teeming with people and lively chatter.

The sounds of street vendors and children's laughter were incessant.

As the most densely populated city of the Jialan Empire, such a prosperous scene would continue until late into the night.

At this time, in the Jialan Imperial Capital, whether it was street vendors, storytellers in taverns, or deep within palace walls, the hot topic among people gathered together indisputably was the first ever high-ranking Jialan King since the founding of the Jialan Empire.

Whether it was his unfathomable strength;

or his special identity as a 'Titan Race descendant';

those were the hottest topics today.

Its heat directly overshadowing the Divine Son selection happening the day after tomorrow.

Walking on the street, listening to the discussions around him, Sikong Tingzhi in his blue coat couldn't help but sigh:

"Hearing them say this."

"It seems the choice of Divine Son is self-evident."

Beside Sikong Tingzhi, a girl dressed as a maid immediately retorted:

"Who says that."

"Our young master broke through to Tier Seven Emperor Level a year ago."

"Now he's in the mid-Emperor Level."

"How can he compare to someone who just broke through to Emperor Level?"

Listening to the girl beside him, Sikong Tingzhi chuckled softly:

"Milia, you must understand."

"Level isn't the only measure of strength."

"If I really face him, my chances of winning might be only thirty percent."

"What?"

Milia widened her eyes in astonishment, incredulously staring at the elegant man before her:

"Young master."

"Is he really as strong as you say?"

"Milia has served you since childhood, and this is the first time I've heard you say you're not as good as your peers."

Hearing this, Sikong Tingzhi simply smiled, indifferent:

"The Nine Nether Continent is vast beyond measure."

"Currently, what we know is less than a tenth."

"Though I am proud, I clearly understand there are always others who are stronger."

"This person might become my greatest rival in this life."

Milia stared blankly at her young master, puzzled by what transpired today that made her usually proud young master say such words.

It's known that Sikong Tingzhi was detected to have strong Mage talents from a young age.

From the age of three, he was selected by the Mage Guild and taken to the Magic Tower to study.

By the age of less than 25, he reached the much-coveted Tier Seven Emperor Level, becoming the first in nearly a thousand years on the Nine Nether Continent to achieve this feat—a once-in-a-millennium genius.

His pride and conceit were entirely backed up by his formidable strength.

Before Lin Yi appeared, he was the most likely to obtain the position of Divine Son, this unparalleled genius.

But now, with Lin Yi's sudden rise, it directly snatched away the dazzling spotlight from Sikong Tingzhi's head.

So much so that now, walking down the street, while still attracting attention, it was no longer the same sensation as it was a couple of days ago.

Just then, Sikong Tingzhi and Milia stopped in front of a luxurious building named [Feng Yue Pavilion].

A middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance but a firm demeanor saw Sikong Tingzhi and hurriedly approached:

"Hello, Young Master Sikong."

"Our Highness has been waiting upstairs for quite some time."

Sikong Tingzhi smiled slightly:

"Please lead the way."

"This way, please!"

Said the man as he led the way inside.

The place, originally the liveliest in the Jialan Imperial Capital, now felt extraordinarily quiet.

Following the man, Sikong Tingzhi entered, while Milia quietly asked beside him:

"Young Master Sikong, do you know why the person called you here so late?"

With an expression of interest, Sikong Tingzhi smiled:

"I believe it must be related to our newly ascended Jialan King."

Soon after, the man led the two to a pavilion on the fourth floor:

"Young Master Sikong, please enter."

Standing outside the room, before Sikong Tingzhi entered, a voice with a peculiar tone came from inside:

"Brother Tingzhi, you sure know how to keep people waiting!"

"I thought you weren't coming, ha~"

Sikong Tingzhi pushed open the door and entered, unfazed:

"Apologies, I was delayed by matters on the way."

Saying 'apologies', but without a hint of regret on his face.

Despite having a dedicated Beast Vehicle, he chose to walk this time, not knowing whether it was intentional or not.

Then, Sikong Tingzhi, composed, looked at the man seated within:

"Crown Prince, long time no see."