Chapter 94

Chapter 94: Rust-Colored Feast.

This is the corpse of an ancient dragon, an ancient dragon’s corpse!

If only he could sink his teeth into it and gather materials with great effort, wouldn’t that bring hope for transforming into an ancient dragon?

Jie Jie, transformed into a sea dragon, directly pounced on the steel dragon’s corpse, biting down on its wing.

“Crack.”

It was very hard, as if biting into steel itself.

The steel dragon seemed like a monster truly forged from steel, though it rusted, it was extraordinarily tough.

Perhaps after encountering the Lord of Rushing Currents, the title “King of the Ocean” no longer fit reality, but in terms of bite force, the sea dragon still outperformed the Abyssal Wave Dragon by dozens of levels.

Even steel wasn’t impossible to bite through.

The edges of the metallic statue’s wings trembled and bent under repeated twisting motions from the sea dragon’s body, finally falling into its mouth.

There was little desire to swallow; the fragments of the steel dragon’s wings turned to powder in his mouth.

Pausing the swallowing process, the sharp teeth of the sea dragon gripped the texture of the steel dragon’s body, attempting to pull it up from the seabed.

Success came, but the heavy body of the steel dragon became a weight too great for Jie Jie to lift further, no matter how he moved. He could only drag it along the ocean floor.

Massive amounts of oxygen were consumed during the exertion, so Jie Jie surfaced to catch his breath.

Sea dragons rely on their lungs to breathe and need to surface for air.

Returning to the steel dragon’s corpse, he abandoned the idea of dragging it ashore and began gnawing on it right there.

Every piece of rusted armor and steel plating bitten off from the corpse took considerable time, even breaking his teeth, but eventually all turned to powder in his mouth.

Beneath it all lay what appeared to be fragile flesh.

And… dragon blood toxic enough to poison the seas.

The dragon blood stained the waters, turning the surrounding area into a death zone for small creatures.

Even Jie Jie struggled under the iron-like heaviness of the blood, needing to surface more frequently than usual.

After days spent on this steel dragon corpse, amidst the blood-soaked glow, he found a massive dark red gemstone.

The great gemstone of the ancient dragon.

The iron-heavy blood in the sea stirred restlessly, as if trying to come alive again.

With a sense of impending danger, Jie Jie swallowed the gem whole.

The restless dragon blood calmed, and after a brief moment of choking, he continued devouring the steel dragon’s corpse.

Until another gemstone, one that illuminated the sea and dispersed the blood mist, caught his eye and fell into the sea dragon’s belly.

Jie Jie passed out.

A strong sensation of observation woke him up.

But upon opening his eyes, he wished he had stayed unconscious.

For there was an unexpected guest in his dream space.

This guest shimmered with a steel-like luster, quietly lying down like a sculpture, with ice-blue gems embedded where the eyes should be.

These ice-blue gems were the source of the observing sensation.

It, he, was alive—not just some sculpture.

The foreign soul awakened instantly, realizing this, but the sea dragon’s gaze had already locked onto those ice-blue gems.

Memories and cognition intertwined and exchanged.

As if crawling out of their respective windows, they passed each other and entered each other’s houses.

Vast yet dull memories of an ancient dragon flooded Jie Jie’s mind.

So dull that he could skim through them, pausing only at points of interest.

Like other ancient dragons, the world’s civilizations, and some scenes that needed to be blurred out.

Ancient dragons possess intelligence, but most of the time it isn’t used for thinking, only activated when necessary.

He wouldn’t daydream like Jie Jie or try to understand the principles behind things. Despite having intelligence, he lacked corresponding curiosity.

Because the power he possessed was too high to begin with, no amount of individual intelligence without matching curiosity could ever reach the edge of this starting point.

The steel dragon always traveled alone. How can intelligence develop in solitude?

This intelligence seemed merely to prove that ancient dragons naturally have something called a soul, not existing as philosophical zombies.

Jie Jie quickly reached this conclusion, seeing images of the old steel dragon nearing the end of his life on the TV screen in his house.

Hard to describe or empathize with, so he could only understand and recount it from the perspective of someone watching TV.

Apart from the premonition of death leading the old steel dragon to seek the dragon tomb, he also saw “light,” attracted by something recognizable as “light.”

The life light of the Míng Dēng Lóng chosen by fate—answers come easily when you have the key.

The lonely old steel dragon embarked on another journey, dragging his rusted body across oceans until he saw the coast of the new continent.

Finally, Jie Jie understood the cause of the old steel dragon’s death.

Because his opponent was a water ancient dragon, the storm grew fiercer during the battle, mixing with seawater and trapping him in a watery prison.

The rust on his powerful body worsened, making it heavier.

Besides the watery prison, Jie Jie’s move, “Flying Dragon Step Dance Final Stage 1000% Vow to Beat All Those Who Disturb My Peace!” played a significant role.

The Abyssal Wave Dragon observed the steel dragon’s brief state of distress caused by toxins, using her own poison to gather his and create more opportunities for herself.

The proportion of storms in the water storm decreased, allowing the Abyssal Wave Dragon’s control over water to dominate.

Until the steel dragon lost complete control over the wind, the water storm transformed into a true water prison, pressing him underwater, constrained by the vortex of the Lord of Rushing Currents, and dying at the bottom of the sea, becoming a statue.

The two dragon gems held the last traces of the steel dragon, locked beneath the sea by the statue until Jie Jie opened the treasure after several days.

Having seen everything, Jie Jie returned to his house, staring at the steel dragon who was now researching how “TV” worked.

Jie Jie turned on the TV and flipped through his memories with the old steel dragon.

The remote control in his hand allowed him to skip over some embarrassing human history.

What he showed the old steel dragon were civilizations, wars, and the destruction mushrooms growing on islands.

The old man hadn’t seen skyscrapers or little people being so powerful, and was amazed by the massive destruction mushrooms.

At this moment, the ancient dragon was like a child.

After muting the shamefully named “Flying Dragon Step Dance Final Stage 1000% Vow to Beat All Those Who Disturb My Peace!”, the TV was turned off.

Jie Jie stared at the old steel dragon.

After watching TV, the old steel dragon stayed contentedly in Jie Jie’s house, becoming part of Jie Jie’s experiences.

He left Jie Jie his most precious travel experiences, a map of the world, and—

“Tsk, Steel Dragon sis really tastes good.”

Jie Jie savored the taste while adapting to the swirling currents around him, leaping from the sea surface and feeling the dissipating storm converging toward him.

He became a flying sea dragon.

The alien soul fused with the ancient dragon’s soul, seemingly undergoing some change, but to Jie Jie, it didn’t seem to make much difference.

It was like watching a movie that could be fast-forwarded.

Chapter 95