Of course, the thoughts within this silver dragon's heart were not exposed along with the sound of her heartbeat.

"Silver dragons" are still considered one of the more reserved types within the dragon race...

It is worth mentioning that when the silver dragon's heartbeat sounded.

Cook P. Jones and his team of four had already instantly bolted into the distance...

This couldn't be blamed on them.

After all, in that extremely oppressive environment, the sudden, massive sound of a heartbeat really did sound like some kind of "battle commencement" signal...

Loren, positioned before the silver dragon, naturally also heard this enormous heartbeat. Just as he thought the "Fortune" stacked upon him couldn't influence the silver dragon before him, a mature and lazy older-sisterly voice suddenly transmitted into his ear.

"Mr. Loren, may I ask, do people from the Nature Sect also initiatively destroy the tranquility of the forest?"

This somewhat lazy, mature older-sisterly voice scratched across Loren's heart like a cat's claw...

Hearing this voice, Loren, quite uncharacteristically, froze for an instant.

It's rather pleasant to listen to...

Then, he very vigorously shook his own head, returning to normalcy and rationality.

However, I still want the scales on your body more, Miss Silver Dragon...

After firmly solidifying his own thoughts within his heart, Loren then smiled and responded to the other party:

"Miss Silver Dragon, we merely bestowed a bit of due vitality upon this Snow-Covered Forest."

"By the way, I am not from the moderate faction."

"The forest should possess its innate wildness..."

Hearing Loren's explanation for their group, the enormous silver dragon slowly shook her head, once again emitting a pleasant, lazy older-sisterly voice:

"Jessistan."

"What?" Loren asked, looking up.

"A part of my true name. Compared to the cold 'Miss Silver Dragon,' I prefer you call me 'Miss Jessistan'..."

After these lazy words fell, the silver dragon before Loren, as massive as a mountain, emitted a burst of dazzling white light from her body.

Once again illuminating this stretch of sky and the nearby Snow-Covered Forest.

Beneath the illumination of this blinding radiance, Loren gently half-squinted his eyes.

Do Demigod-level creatures have this many special effects? Miss Jessistan...

A few seconds later.

The massive radiance that had illuminated this sky dispersed, and the enormous, mountain-like figure before him also vanished...

Replacing it was a mature older-sisterly woman with a head full of silver hair, standing before Loren, examining him with a face full of smiles.

"As expected, looking at you from my current perspective, you finally don't resemble a little insect quite so much..."

Then, this mature older-sisterly woman with a head full of silver hair extended her arm, moving her somewhat stiff body.

"It's been a long time since I used the dragon race's shapeshifting. Wait a moment, I need to adjust first..."

To this, Loren nodded quite politely.

"Take your time, Miss Jessistan, we have plenty of it..."

He said courteously while discreetly appreciating the other party's human form.

Truly worthy of being silver dragons renowned throughout the Star Realm for "beauty and power"... her figure is indeed very impressive...

The Demigod-level silver dragon, having transformed her shape, her new appearance conformed perfectly to human aesthetics. Even the always highly critical Loren could almost find no flaw in the other party's appearance...

A head of smooth, waist-length silver hair fell naturally.

Perfect facial features like a work of art, fair skin, a tall and voluptuous figure.

The enormous scales on the silver dragon's body, under the effect of "shapeshifting," transformed into a form-fitting silver evening gown.

At the thigh area of the silver bodycon dress, a slit was appropriately placed, revealing a glimpse of the other party's pure white thigh, inviting imagination...

Her pinkish-white small feet were also stepping on a pair of sparkling silver high heels.

As is well known, legendary creatures like dragons have always loved shiny things, driven by their instincts.

Especially items that glow like Mana Crystals (Spirit Stones), Gold Coins...

A powerful racial talent corresponds to racial instincts that are difficult to overcome...

Jessistan, finally accustomed to her human form, first spun in place, then walked towards Loren's position with graceful, alluring steps.

Loren's breathing unconsciously grew slightly heavier...

In the endless Star Realm, "racial talent" is something easily overlooked, yet ultimately unavoidable.

Even the "Abyssal Succubi," always famed for their "alluring sensuality," could only silently become part of the background before a Demigod-level silver dragon freely radiating her own beauty...

Dragons are the true darlings of the Star Realm.

And silver dragons are the most beautiful species among dragons, without equal!

"Power begets beauty, beauty guides power." This saying is the stereotypical impression the various races of the Star Realm hold towards silver dragons.

And for the silver dragon race itself, greater power also means greater beauty, greater beauty also means greater power...

Due to the special nature of the silver dragon race, "beauty" and "power" are, in their view, the same thing...

Whether male silver dragons or female silver dragons, all think this way...

The instincts of silver dragons also guide them to pursue this unique concept of "beauty"...

In the endless Star Realm, there are many miraculous legends that cannot be verified...

Among them, one miraculous legend concerns the current "Goddess of Beauty" in the Land of the Gods.

Legend says this "Goddess of Beauty's" original form was an Ancient Silver Dragon comparable to the Gods...

An Ancient Silver Dragon who disliked going out, in the process of pursuing the concept of "beauty," reached the extreme and ultimately set her sights on the previous "God of Beauty"...

The process of the story is unknown to anyone.

But in the final part of the story, that deity who held dominion over "beauty" suddenly became disinclined to bestow Miracles.

The devout prayers of believers towards Him also rarely received responses from the "Goddess of Beauty"...

Only believers of extremely beautiful appearance could receive a few sporadic responses.

And the content of this "Goddess of Beauty's" responses was mostly perfunctory:

"Noted, your looks are passable."

"Noted, you are quite pretty, but don't disturb my sleep..."

"Bestow a Miracle? No! My beauty, I shall appreciate alone!"

...

These peculiar changes made it difficult not to suspect that the "God of Beauty" had quietly changed persons...