The Rise of the Black Plain

"I want you to let me into the Sacred Altar," Minos said at once, pointing in the direction of the place.

The high-ranking dragons around him looked at it, becoming much more serious than they had been a moment ago.

The Sacred Altar of Dragons was an extraordinary place for them, where only level 99 Demigods of this race could ask for permission to enter.

These beings weren't surprised that Minos knew about such a place since this human had inherited the powers of a dragon God. Such a level 100 creature might still have memories of the home of the Ancestral God of the dragons.

But knowing about such a place and wanting to enter it were two very different things.

"Do you know what this place means to us, Minos?" The level 99 dragon asked as he closed his eyes.

"Yes, I do. You revere it, you see it as a guide, and since the beginning, you have reaped the rewards of having access to it. Hence, you are very grateful and selective about who can enter this area." Minos replied.

"Then how can you ask us for it?" A level 98 dragon asked, thinking Minos could ask for almost anything, but not it.

"That is the cost of Divine Medicine, elders. What you wish to bargain for is no less valuable." Minos wasn't afraid to be honest. "I won't be able to use this medicine myself, so I'm willing to trade it with you, my allies. 

But the same goes for you, elders. In a few years, there may be no one left from your race who can access this place.

What bad could happen if someone with my characteristics entered it?"

The dragons were silent for a moment as they looked at each other, knowing that Minos was right.

With the alien threat, all the strongest of their tribe could die in a little over 20 years. At most, one or two dragons could reach level 99 in the time left, which meant that only a few beings had a chance to enter their Sacred Altar.

In contrast, Minos' medicine could help one of the tribe's three current level 99 dragons reach level 100, something far more valuable than a level 99 dragon's access to such an altar.

'He is right.' The level 97 dragon who had brought Minos to this place said to the others. 'A Divine Medicine can change the fate of our tribe. But our future will change little if we let him enter the Sacred Altar. In fact, we can't lose anything. There's even something to gain.'

A level 98 elder looked at the red-scaled dragon.

Such a level 97 said. 'First, we'll gain a Divine Medicine, which could increase the number of Gods in the Spiritual World and increase the tribe's chances of survival after the aliens arrive. But secondly, if Minos benefits from passing through the Sacred Altar, we could benefit from having an even stronger ally.

The Sacred Altar is mysterious, but it is a fact that those who enter it are changed after a short passage through it. Even if Minos' level doesn't increase right away, his understanding of the world will improve, and he may be able to come to the war of the worlds stronger because of it.

It will be better for anyone if he will be as strong as possible by then than the other way around...'.

The level 99 dragon agreed with this thought and couldn't help but sigh. He didn't like letting a human into his tribe's sacred place, but given the circumstances, he couldn't deny it.

The thought of fighting Minos to take over the Divine Medicine didn't cross their minds, as their relationship with Emperor Stuart was good, and this human was essential to the world.

It would be bizarre if they didn't even consider negotiating with Minos, considering how fair dragons were towards those with whom they had good relations.

"Alright, we can do whatever you want. A Divine Medicine for permission to enter the Sacred Altar." The level 99 dragon said as he looked into Minos' eyes.

"Then how do we do it? I am afraid to bring a medicine of this quality to the continent and attract unnecessary attention from powerful Demigods or even the current Gods." Minos said.

A level 98 dragon suggested. "Let's allow you to enter our tribe's Sacred Altar first. When we have decided who will be the recipient of the Divine Medicine, we will send him to our Spatial Kingdom to meet you. You must give us the medicine there.

The Sacred Altar was located in the current Spatial Kingdom of this race. 

A few moments ago, Minos had pointed out the direction of the Spatial Kingdom of this place, which was in the same place as the Sacred Altar. In other words, part of the Sacred Altar was inside the Dragon's Spatial Kingdom, while part of it was outside, right where one of the two entrances to that region of space was located.

Dragons were excellent at manipulating space. In fact, they were so good that their Spatial Kingdom actually had another, smaller Spatial Kingdom inside it. 

The entrance in the direction Minos was pointing to led to the Sacred Altar, and that was the only way to enter this area. But from inside the Sacred Altar, one could go to the rest of the Dragon Spatial Kingdom, even without having to leave and re-enter.

Someone in the ordinary part of the Dragon Spatial Kingdom could not see or access the Sacred Altar. The only way to reach it would be to get permission from the tribal elders to use the special entrance to the space compartment.

Anyway, Minos knew it would be safe to make such a payment from within the Spatial Kingdom, so he agreed without difficulty, promising the 4th Divine Medicine since his advancement to level 90.

"Very well, accompany me, Minos." The level 99 dragon took the lead in leading Emperor Stuart to the Sacred Altar. "Do you know what awaits you there? You know that if you're not strong enough, you might even die, right?"

"I am prepared, elder. No matter how low my cultivation level is on the surface, I will survive this experience." Minos said confidently.

"I hope so. In any case, good luck. If the Ancestral God helps you, I hope we can continue our good relationship for a long time. From the moment you leave there, you'll be no different to us than a dragon."

"That is my intention." Minos thanked him for his words as he stopped in front of the spatial distortion that would take him to the Sacred Altar.