Game of Thrones: Rise of the Supreme Dragon Queen

"Demigod? You're saying the Black Dragon has already become a demigod?" The Two-Headed Demon cried out in shock. "He's only two years old, not even fully grown yet. Daenerys doesn't even know the method for teaching dragons the art of meditative cultivation. How could he possibly be a demigod?"

"I don't know," Jenny's beautiful face was clouded with darkness. "The last time I saw him was only two months ago. The Black Dragon didn't know any meditation techniques, and he definitely wasn't a demigod.

And now, in just two months, he has not only mastered the Grand Sorcerer's Meditation Technique and condensed a nine-colored vortex in his sea of consciousness but has already stepped one foot into the realm of demigods."

"You're sure you didn't see it wrong? The Black Dragon has already perfected the Meditation Technique?" The Two-Headed Demon asked in disbelief.

"I'm the one who created the Meditation Technique. How could I be mistaken?"

Jenny's voice suddenly changed—from a clear and pleasant girl's voice to a blend of countless men, women, elderly, and children.

It was eerie, deep, and cold, like it was crawling into your soul through your ears. Even a strong man would feel his blood run cold.

The Two-Headed Demon shivered violently, lowered his head respectfully, and said, "Forgive me, Your Majesty. I didn't know you had already arrived."

"Daenerys is not ordinary. She has mastered the skill of copying the foundational structure of meditation without any teacher."

Jenny didn't even look at him. She continued staring up at the Black Dragon circling in the sky. However, her voice returned to the crisp and pleasant tone of a young girl.

"Has she discovered the secret of overclocked fusion?" the Two-Headed Demon asked with concern.

"Look at the Black Dragon. His essence, spirit, and energy are all intact. Does he seem like he's undergone overclocked fusion?" Jenny smiled.

"Whew, that's a relief." The Two-Headed Demon let out a long sigh. "If the Black Dragon is near the demigod level and he fuses with Daenerys through overclocked union, it would definitely push her into the demigod realm.

Your Majesty, we must deal with the Black Dragon before Daenerys masters the secret of overclocked fusion.

Otherwise, even if we kill the Black Dragon in the future, it would only benefit her and might even help her walk the same divine path as you."

Jenny frowned. "You're right. We need to eliminate the Black Dragon who can resonate with her dragon spirit as soon as possible. But the Black Dragon is cautious and always keeps to an altitude of at least 500 meters. Benny, do you have any suggestions?"

"What if you step out and let the Black Dragon see you? Dragons are typically foolish and impulsive—maybe he'll fly down to attack you," the Two-Headed Demon Benny suggested cautiously.

"Using me as bait?" Jenny pondered for a moment, then stepped out of the small Mongolian tent. She opened her mouth, producing no sound, but a powerful wave of spiritual energy transmitted a kilometer away, clearly received by Dahei.

"Wretched dragon, I am the Dragon God. Come down and kneel before me!"

"Hiss—gah!" Dahei was startled, and so was Daenerys.

Dahei merged with Daenerys, transforming into the sacred dragon with a love for chatting. "By the Seven Gods of Light, Jenny, you're alive?!"

But this time, the Sacred Dragon had no interest in chatting with an old acquaintance. Glancing back to locate Jenny on the ground, and realizing she could transmit her voice across over a thousand meters, the Sacred Dragon immediately turned and fled without another word.

With lightning speed, he flew in the direction opposite of Matalis.

"Demon, this Sacred Dragon of Light will deal with you sooner or later!" Daenerys even left behind a harsh parting remark.

Yes—cowardly but still defiant.

"Uh..." Jenny was dumbfounded.

Not only because of how decisively the Black Dragon fled, but also because she was shocked that he could speak.

"Ahhh! The demon dragon spoke?!"

Tens of thousands of soldiers below screamed in astonishment. They didn't know that a certain sacred dragon had chickened out because he was alone while they had overwhelming numbers. They were simply terrified by hearing a dragon speak for the first time.

The Sacred Dragon spoke with its mouth, which was several tiers lower in prestige compared to Jenny's one-kilometer-range spiritual voice transmission, but in terms of effect—it was dozens of times more powerful.

Especially because the dragon's voice was majestic, divine, and full of presence.

"The Black Dragon… can talk?!"

Even the Two-Headed Demon Benny Milaris was stunned.

Jenny was equally shocked and puzzled, though she didn't show it. She forced herself to stay calm and said, "In the last Age, dragons were naturally able to speak the Original Tongue.

However, Valyrian dragons were created through blood magic. Even if their bloodline is fully restored, and their flight speed, strength, physique, dragonfire, and intelligence match those of ancient dragons, they still cannot awaken the inheritance of the Original Tongue.

In that regard, they're actually inferior to naturally born creatures like wyverns and dragon-worms, which understand a bit of the Original Tongue."

"But the Black Dragon spoke Valyrian, not the Original Tongue. Humans can't understand the Original Tongue," Benny still couldn't wrap his head around it.

"The Original Tongue is the language that praises the earth and rivers—it's a subset of the Song Language. Only beings born with natural spirituality can speak and understand it. It's not that humans can't comprehend it, but that it requires such exceptional talent that only a very few can understand it."

"Song Language?" Benny, the Two-Headed Demon, was even more confused.

He belonged to the main bloodline of the third Fire Peak family, Milaris.

Matalis had always been a fiefdom of the Milaris family, just like Oros belonged to Balerion, and Tria to Vagarhas.

In the Land of the Long Summer, aside from the capital Valyria, there were three directly governed city-states—Upper, Middle, and Lower—each ruled by one of the top three noble houses from the Fourteen Flames.

All three noble families were "Divine-blooded," their ancestors being the three deities worshipped by Valyrians: Balerion, Vhagar, and Milaris.

The dragons of Aegon the Conqueror and his sisters were named after these three deities.

Benny was the King of Matalis, his rank second only to Jenny Baleris.

He was fully aware of the secrets of dragon spirits, overclocked fusion, and even how Valyrian Grand Sorcerers ascended to immortal godhood. But he had never heard of the Song Language.

It wasn't that the Milaris family's knowledge was inferior to Baleris—Jenny herself had never known of the Song Language either.

But at this moment, Jenny wasn't just Jenny anymore.

There was no doubt—Baleris knew all the secrets of Valyria.

Jeannie gazed at the black dragon fading into the horizon and said softly, "The Creator orchestrates the Grand Symphony, building the world from nothingness. Within this symphony, each set of melodies transforms into the world's time, space, and matter."

"This is the origin of the world."

"Among the first beings to emerge with the world's birth were divine entities—I call them 'Holy Spirits.' They could hear the melodies within the Grand Symphony and gradually comprehend their own unique songs."

"In fact, the 'melodies' themselves possessed innate spirituality and could evolve from being part of the symphony into complete songs—like R'hllor, the Song of Fire."

"The era before the First Age belonged to the singers, to the gods themselves. The singers were the gods. They sang their own songs and joined in a divine chorus that made the world flourish, rich and diverse."

"The Song of Laws is the language of the gods, referred to by the transcendents of the First Age as the 'Language of Song.' The melodies of the Grand Symphony were open to all beings, and the Holy Spirits, by understanding them, mastered the Song of Laws."

Other beings, however, lacked the divine nature of the Holy Spirits. Though they heard the melodies of the Grand Symphony, they couldn't create their own songs. They could only instinctively imprint the divine chorus upon their souls.

Thus, the Primal Language is also called the lesser Language of Song.

In fact, our Valyrian meditation runes are a form of the lesser Language of Song. All basic meditation rune systems across human schools trace their roots back to this.

The world plays the Grand Symphony. The gods heard its melodies and created their Songs of Law.

By the time humans were born, the gods had already formed the divine chorus. All we can do is listen to their songs and hope to find traces of the original melody within them.

The Valyrian meditation system, fundamentally, is a derivative of the Song of Fire's lesser Language of Song.

And fire mages are ranked below the great Valyrian warlocks. They listen to my song—one even further removed, a derivative of a derivative."

Unlike the Targaryens, Miracis was truly one of the Valyrian "insiders." Jeannie spoke with such detail it was practically a lesson.

Hmm… To understand the difference between the Targaryens and people like Miracis and Beleris, think of the Qing dynasty.

Before rising to power, the Valyrians were nomads from the land of Long Summer.

A very weak, primitive, and lowly people.

Valyrians = ManchusThe Fourteen Flamepeak Families = Eight Iron-Cap Princes of the Aisin GioroValyrian noble houses = Powerful Manchu clans like the Majiā, Tóngjiā, Guā'ěrjiā, Fùchà, Nàlā, Niǔhùlù, and Wūyǎ

Targaryens = Manchu bondservantsVelaryons, Celtigars = Hereditary Han bondservants of the ManchusThe people ruled by the Valyrians = well, you get the picture

The Valyrian Freeholds scattered across the world = Banner cities in major imperial Chinese citiesThe Targaryens may act high and mighty before outsiders, but in front of the Fourteen Flamepeak Families, they're nothing.

Four hundred years ago, the Targaryens' self-exile to Dragonstone was akin to an imperial bodyguard of the Forbidden City being exiled to Ningguta.

Well… at least House Targaryen still had a few dragons. The title of "imperial guard" wasn't unearned.

"The black dragon hatched from a stone egg from Asshai. If it awakened the Primal Language buried deep in its bloodline, I wouldn't be surprised. But it speaks Valyrian fluently and freely,"

Jeannie's expression shifted from puzzlement to gravity. "That means its intelligence must be extraordinarily high—greater than any Valyrian dragon in history. That's terrifying!"

"An Iron-Cap Prince" Banny suddenly had a flash of insight. "Is it possible that, in a draconic state, Daenerys is speaking through the dragon?"

"Impossible," Jeannie shook her head firmly. "The dragon soul isn't like a shapeshifter, and dragons are not ordinary animal companions. A dragon's will cannot be distorted, its dignity cannot be desecrated.

We can merge our souls with a dragon's and communicate our intentions, but we cannot control its body or override its will.

Maybe Daenerys is indeed in the dragon soul state, maybe her soul resides within the black dragon's soul sea, and maybe the dragon's words are echoing hers—but it is the black dragon that speaks."

Even beings thousands of years old had never heard of one body housing two souls or someone mastering both ice and fire.

Banny asked, "Only Holy Spirits can comprehend their own songs from the Grand Symphony and ascend to true godhood. So… is there a chance Daenerys is a natural-born Holy Spirit?"

"Most likely," Jeannie nodded, "Since the birth of the first beings, over ten million years passed in the First Age without the emergence of another Holy Spirit.

But there are always exceptions. After the Long Night catastrophe, the Second Age began.

As if favored by fate, three Holy Spirits were born in the Land of Long Summer—myself, Varkhas, and Miralys. Triplets. Three brothers.

Since then, six thousand years have passed with no new Holy Spirit. We three may be the only ones capable of hearing the Grand Symphony.

But Daenerys is the pinnacle creation of Valyrian blood sorcery, a figure of prophecy, a miracle not meant to exist in reality.

There is no doubt her potential surpasses that of me and my brothers. So yes, I suspect she is also a Holy Spirit."

"So… Daenerys might ascend to true godhood too?" Banny asked in shock.

"True god?" Jeannie let out a bitter laugh. "You think I'm a true god?"

"Of course you are. Even R'hllor must bow before you," Banny flattered.

"Bullshit!" The young, elegant priestess suddenly snapped, her face twisting with frustration and cursing explosively.

(End of chapter)

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