Chapter 235: Míng Dēng Lóng nods in agreement.
As each jade-like orb was swallowed, the energy within surged dramatically.
Similar to a rise in blood sugar after digestion, he felt utterly exhausted. The stress from the previous battle had subsided, leaving him even wearier.
It seemed some kind of transformation must occur, and he needed to prepare for it.
He “looked” at the Glittering Dragon with regret.
“This time, I’ll let you off. Next time, we’ll find a place with more ceremony.”
The Glittering Dragon’s energy was rising, her body heat returning, meaning she would awaken before the Extinction Dragon.
Relieved by this, Jié Jié flapped his wings and flew up.
“Bang!”
Unaccustomed to the new perception, he crashed into the ceiling and fell back down.
Expanding his senses, Jié Jié moved away from the collapsed second layer towards the abyss beneath the sky, transforming into the Steel Dragon.
His perception hadn’t expanded, nor had his internal energy production increased, indicating that the form of the Extinction Dragon wouldn’t suppress the core of Míng Dēng Lóng.
Perhaps because Míng Dēng Lóng’s core continuously produced energy instead of converting Dragon Attribute Energy like other Ancient Dragon cores, it wasn’t suppressed by the Extinction Dragon form.
Without sight, he couldn’t see the sunlight; the sun in the sky was just a larger energy source radiating warmth that made him drowsy.
Where should he fly to be safe?
He chose the barren northern mountains, far from the Dragon Crystal Land where ancient dragons roamed, and away from the lush south of the New Continent.
His vision blurred as Jié Jié doubted whether he had drifted off into sleep while flying.
The previous dream continued in his drowsiness…
Two blind beings stumbled around in the dreamspace.
Fortunately, as the host, Jié Jié had higher permissions than the visitor, abandoning energy perception first and restoring visual memories from his dreams.
Even those who lose their sight later in life can dream of colors they once saw.
He saw Míng Dēng Lóng restlessly wandering in the dreamspace.
Now dim and no longer emitting the brilliant blue light underground, her white shell finally revealed itself.
Besides being blind, she seemed to have lost her energy perception, moving chaotically and occasionally falling.
He felt her fear and exploration, like a newborn exploring this erroneous world.
Though large, the dreamspace scaled proportionally to accommodate her, making her seem smaller.
Jié Jié watched her, recalling the strange and chaotic worldview from the last dream.
No matter how long her past in the cocoon was, to the world, she was still a newborn.
Only the old Steel Dragon, Flame King Dragon, and Flame Empress Dragon had entered here, and only the old Steel Dragon truly merged with him.
These three ancient dragons were old, their worldviews fully formed over long lives, allowing them to perceive subjectively here—they weren’t blind dragons.
But Míng Dēng Lóng couldn’t; she lacked the concept of vision, and her energy perception here was just a void.
There was no future here.
Seeing the young dragon fall, Jié Jié approached, his copper nose gently touching hers.
He pressed a button, sharing his visual memories.
The darkness underground, the brightness of the sky, the red of flowers, the green of leaves, the brown of trees…
From basic simple colors to complex hues, he painted pupils onto the hollow orange whites of her eyes.
These visual memories covered the differing eye structures of various monsters, ensuring that alien souls always perceived the world through the same window.
The young dragon froze, unmoving, seemingly shocked by the real world.
She only had that one memory of battle…
Bloodlines always carry something; denying it is foolish.
After the shock, a glimmer appeared in her hollow eyes as she gazed at Jié Jié.
Some hostility.
Did she have the concept of kinship?
Jié Jié didn’t know, but he pressed a claw down on her charge.
He was the master here and would gradually shape her using his memories, much like how young humans enjoy watching TV, and young monsters depend on effortless ways to understand the world.
No need for harsh lessons—it’s better this way.
…
“Isn’t this world beautiful?”
Míng Dēng Lóng nodded in agreement.
“Then, should we create a new world?”
Míng Dēng Lóng nodded in agreement.
Jié Jié was startled, pondering for a moment before finding a pattern.
“Then, shouldn’t we not create a new world?”
Míng Dēng Lóng nodded in agreement.
Jié Jié nodded approvingly, feeling no guilt about deceiving a child.
…
She was curious.
Jié Jié’s dream space wasn’t a true dream, so she created a new world in her mind based on her memories.
A world of her own, reflecting reality.
Her thoughts extended, becoming a new form of “energy,” allowing the world to exist in fantasy.
In the void, nothing passed, and newborns had no past, but thoughts and memories eventually reached their limits.
The information from the “TV” seemed to reach its end, requiring updates.
Without updates, memories grew increasingly blurry.
Míng Dēng Lóng and Jié Jié stared at each other.
Míng Dēng Lóng nodded in agreement, granting her form.
…
In the barren north of the New Continent, faint light shone in an underground cave.
A newly born Míng Dēng Lóng lowered her head from the cocoon, her massive body unfolding and falling to the ground under its own weight.
Jié Jié stirred, waiting half-awake for the energy to flow through him.
“Hoooong!”
A loud roar shook the rocks, scattering dust as Míng Dēng Lóng stretched her full wings known as Yōu Mù.
“Indeed, it’s Míng Dēng Lóng, not Míng Chì Lóng.”
Confirming his state, Jié Jié expressed such admiration.
How many years had passed now?
Since his rebirth in the form of Míng Dēng Lóng didn’t draw on Earth Pulse Energy but relied solely on the self-produced energy of the undeveloped geothermal core, he had slept for a very long time.
The Míng Dēng Lóng he consumed wasn’t fully developed, and neither was the geothermal core, which caused this.
Though development might not have been ideal, it was definitely complete, with all features intact, and her vision was gradually becoming clearer from blur.
The darkness underground.
Though the place he found in his daze was safe, the energy was much poorer compared to the south of the New Continent.
With differences in the incubation process compared to regular Míng Dēng Lóng, his internal engine was like an old-fashioned water pump awaiting water, barely enough to sustain activity.
However, if he wanted to grow and transform into Míng Chì Lóng, he would need the infusion of Earth Pulse Energy.
Fortunately, he could transform into other low-consumption forms to accumulate excess daily energy, saving for dozens or hundreds of years until Míng Chì Lóng was within reach!
Without transforming, Jié Jié, as the dim white Míng Dēng Lóng, directly crashed out of the cave, flapping his wings straight into the clouds.
Wow! The bright sky!
Chapter 236…
