The smaller Dragon, Dylganihl, soared through space. His speed approached 10 percent of the speed at which light moved. He could increase his speed to ten times his current one. This is because he became a sovereign by mastering the law of space. When his wings moved, they pushed on space and not air.
Tssandulighafan looked inwards into his body after his son left. His gaze roamed through the world within him and the living things in his world for any changes. Then he went back to training. This story is not about him anyway. So he is allowed to train until he is needed.
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As Dylganihl hurtled himself through space, he yawned and muttered and complained. He yawned because he was still sleepy. He muttered just like he always did about his father's insistence on shouting, and he complained about how unfair it is that only he, out of all his father's sires, was sent to go every Origin cycle.
But inwardly, he is proud. Every dragon is proud of themselves. Pride is innate to members of the dragon race, but this pride isn't about him being a dragon. It is pride because he is a special dragon. He is the little tyrant, the son of The Tyrant Of Lightning And Fire, and he is the monarch of space. So he has two reasons to be proud of himself.
Dragons live solitary lifestyles. Only young parents spend most of their time together. After a dragon becomes a young adult, he must leave the nest. Then he might not see his parents for another 10 Origin cycles. Just like the norm, the little tyrant, named after his father and his siblings, was left behind by their mother. Their father had been long gone even before they hatched. But the day he reunited with his father, he was named the little tyrant.
The "little tyrant" is a well-known name among the dragon race and other supreme races of the High Heaven realm. It is well known because of his father and because of his mastery of space. By the time he became a full-grown adult dragon, he was already a sovereign in his own right, but what made him unique was that he was a sovereign of space and not fire, like most of his lineage.
His lips curled into a smirk as he remembered his young days. He trampled all around High Heaven. Nothing could stop him, and there was nowhere that could block a sovereign of space, well, at least not in a lower realm like High Heaven.
He went on to become a monarch of space, and it is the major reason why he gets to stay with his father. His father tried to leave him when they met, but Tssandulighafan couldn't ditch him. So his father accepted him and gave him the name Little Tyrant.
A big honor it was to be accepted and to be named after his father. It is another honor to represent his dad for the upcoming event in High Heaven. But he isn't just going to admit it. He is going to complain about it, especially since he was woken from his deep meditation into the mysteries of the universe to attend the meeting that occurs every Origin cycle with the realm lord of realm High Heaven.
High Heaven is just like any other realm tree in this void universe, incredibly large, enough to dwarf his father. His father, gigantic as he is, with dark purple scales, can only occupy some inactive planes in their entirety.
The only different thing about High Heaven is that it has a realm lord, which is kind of a sore point for his dad. His home realm used to be just Heaven's realm, but the realm lord added the "High" to it just to remind everyone of his race. The realm lord also added something called The System.
Dylganihl shook his head at the mention of the realm lord. He doesn't have anything against the realm lord. In fact, he respects him. But whenever he thinks about the name of the realm, he can't help but lament such naming sense. He would have called it Tyrant Heaven. Too bad he was born too late to compete for that position.
High Heaven, in particular, has about 110,000 leaves, which represent 110,000 planes of existence. A plane of existence can be as small as 500 million km square for the total surface area as seen in some inactive planes and could be as large as 100 billion km square in some of its large active realms.
That means Tssandulighafan is as big as 500 million square km. And that's just the body he is using to move around. It is not his true form. A being that can rival a realm in power can't be so small.
High Heaven Realm has two Suns and 593 moons that revolve around it. There are some rings that also revolve around the realm tree. The upper rings are shining like halos. They are the lands of the puny gods, where they build their divine kingdoms. In comparison, the lower, darker rings are the various levels of the abyss, home to the rowdy demons.
Realm High Heaven also has a lot of life within it. The races inhabiting the planes of a realm tree are brought about mostly by chance and some by effort on the side of the will of the realm in terms of mana and Origin laws investment.
For example, a plane infused with a large portion of the law of fire and a small portion of mana is likely to evolve physical creatures with various levels of fire affinity or immunity. On the other hand, a plane infused with a large portion of the law of fire and high mana is likely to raise fire elemental creatures with near 100% affinity and immunity with fire.
Other realm trees might have more or fewer Suns, moons, planes of existence, and halos, but fundamentally there is nothing different about High Heaven, just another realm out there, rooted within the aether of the void universe.
Well, this time, there is something special about High Heaven. The light shining atop the realm tree is a sign and a beacon. A sign of the completion of an Origin cycle and a beacon to all her weak children to prove their strength and be rewarded. It is a sign that the trial of heaven is about to start. .