Chapter 982

Dorothy had already mentally prepared herself for the scale of Ye Mengjia’s pasture—it was a witch’s pasture, after all, and one that bred dragons, so it certainly couldn’t be some patch of land fenced off with a simple barrier.

So in her imagination, this pasture had to be at least the size of a world, and considering her mother’s power, she figured this world must be a great world at minimum.

Hmm, anyway, it couldn’t possibly be worse than that beast-taming world inside the Inquisition.

But thinking of the beast-taming world, the Zhaimonv paused—only now did she realize that Ye Mengjia truly did run a pasture, and even the worlds under their control were mostly related to this.

Yet even with prior preparation, when she finally arrived at this pasture world under Long Ma’s guidance, she was still stunned.

“Whoa, this doesn’t seem like an ordinary great world?”

The Zhaimonv sensed everything around her, her mind filled with surprise.

Since this was a world already conquered by witches, and with Long Ma—the world’s sovereign—leading them, they naturally faced no rejection or suppression from the world.

But even so, Dorothy keenly sensed this pasture world was extraordinary.

“Why do I feel this pasture’s rules are even more complete and powerful than those of the witch world? My magic and mana seem somewhat weakened.”

She eagerly observed the rules and changes of this alien world.

Generally, the stronger a world, the more complete its rules, and thus the more stable it becomes—making it harder for beings within it to influence the world itself.

But when such powerful beings from a strong world venture into weaker alien worlds, everything changes.

The rules of weak alien worlds cannot fully restrain these outsiders from higher realms, so the strength suppressed by their home world gradually emerges.

Perhaps in their home world, they could only lift a boulder, but in a small world, they could lift an entire mountain—or even a single breath could become a catastrophe-level storm. And if they were already powerful in their home world, capable of moving mountains and reversing rivers, such beings would be true apocalyptic disasters to a small world.

Of course, the reverse was equally true: a strong being from a small world who entered a higher realm might instantly become the lowest of the low—powers that could move mountains in their homeland might be crushed so thoroughly they couldn’t even twist open a bottle cap.

Now, Dorothy’s own power was under such suppression.

This wasn’t the kind of deliberate suppression by a world’s consciousness—such suppression would never be this gentle. So the only remaining explanation seemed to be: this pasture world might be even more advanced than the witch world.

But how could that be?

The witch world was a genuine catastrophe world—worlds more complete and powerful than it were only the old three catastrophe worlds.

“Wait… the dragon world? Oh my, this can’t be…”

A flash of insight struck Dorothy—she immediately widened her eyes, staring in shock at Long Ma beside her.

Seeing her daughter’s expression, Euphelia wore a proud, triumphant smile.

“Yes, exactly as you thought—this pasture world is a fragment of the Dragon Realm. This was the proof of the Dragon King’s conquest of the Dragon Realm, and since then, the Dragon King has always kept this special pasture as the base for the Longqi Army, entrusting its management to our family—it’s part of the Dragon Tamer’s duty.”

She explained.

Upon hearing this secret, not only Dorothy, but even her other sisters—well-traveled as they were—looked astonished. Only Sophilia showed no reaction; of course, having grown up in the Ye Mengjia household, she’d surely visited this pasture world before and already knew its secret.

Oh, and also the hat senior on Dorothy’s head.

“It’s normal. Though the witch world can’t swallow the whole Heaven or the Abyss, tearing off a small piece to taste is fine, Cai Bao. It’s not just the Dragon Realm—Heaven and the Abyss were also each carved into fragments by the God-King and the Demon-King. Those two catastrophe world fragments were later forged into the God-King’s divine realm and the Demon-King’s demon citadel.”

Azafani said with a “basic move, no big deal” expression.

Hmm, in front of Cai Bao, she rarely got a chance to show off her vast knowledge—she’d finally caught one.

But…

“Oh, so that’s how it is. Then here’s the question—senior, what’ll you do for territory next? There don’t seem to be any other catastrophe worlds left for you to claim.”

Dorothy suddenly understood and asked.

Azafani: “.”

The hat senior fell silent.

Then countless tentacles sprouted from the hat, violently yanking Dorothy’s hair, as if determined to make her bald.

And from Dorothy’s ears came incomprehensible, indescribable mutterings like: “Catastrophe worlds? I don’t even care. My territory will be the entire West Universe—I’ll become the greatest Witch King.”

Hmm, it seems lies aren’t always painful—it’s the truth that cuts like a sharp blade.

But for now, ignore the frantic Azafani—Dorothy and the others began curiously observing everything in this pasture world, for this was a fragment of the Dragon Realm, essentially the real Dragon Realm scenery.

These young girls, who had rarely left the witch world, were naturally curious about the landscapes of other catastrophe worlds—after all, catastrophe worlds were dangerous to witches, and ordinary witches rarely got the chance to visit them.

Long Ma’s dragon-serpent spirit was still racing forward—they’d first stop at a Longqi Army outpost to rest, then begin their material hunting. Dorothy leaned out curiously, gazing downward.

Hmm, no wonder—it’s a fragment of the Dragon Realm. Everywhere in this pasture world, dragon traces were everywhere.

Below, forests were filled with dragon-blood trees, dragon-scale trees, and other dragon-type spirit trees. From gaps in the woods, various dragon species could be glimpsed moving through.

Winged dragons resembling wyverns, terrestrial dragons resembling dinosaurs, aquatic dragons resembling giant fish—

These marvelous creatures Dorothy had only seen in books, but now they seemed within reach—this dreamlike wonder delighted her greatly.

Yet besides the various dragons, Dorothy also spotted many humanoid creatures covered in scales and sharp horns laboring everywhere—some tilling fields, some mining ores in the mountains, others forming hunting parties attempting to hunt dragon beasts.

“Uh, are these lizard men?”

Dorothy curiously studied these humanoid alien species, clearly native to the world.

“They’re dragon people. They’re the native inhabitants of the Dragon Realm. According to scholars, dragon people’s ancestors were once humans, but after living for long periods around dragons, they were infused with dragon magic, gradually acquiring faint dragon blood and evolving dragon-like features. In this sense, they’re practically close relatives of witches—we’re all evolutionary offshoots of humanity.”

Sophilia explained beside her.

Then Mia senior spoke up.

“Dragon people are servants of dragons. The dragons maintain a symbiotic relationship with them. Powerful dragons’ magic unconsciously alters their surroundings, producing all sorts of dragon-type materials. To other races, these are treasures—but dragons are clearly too lazy to tend to these products themselves. So their territories are usually surrounded by dragon people tribes as vassals. If you ever get a chance to visit a dragon people tribe, little sprite, try trading with them—they usually stockpile various materials.”

Hmm, no surprise—the elite merchant, the Golden Princess, could spot business opportunities anywhere, and knew every way to make money.

“So this is what dragon people are? I’ve heard of them—they’re said to be exceptionally skilled in martial arts. Their tribe has a special profession called Monster Hunter, which masters a unique martial technique called Hunting Skill. Interesting. When the Dragon King founded the Battle Arts system, he once studied Hunting Skill under a dragon people elder. If you have time later, you should challenge some dragon people hunters to sparring.”

The martial-arts fanatic Madeline licked her lips excitedly, wearing a succubus-hunter’s grin.

“I’ve heard dragon people are also skilled in song and dance. They have a special weapon—a giant flute that can be used like a mallet, capable of enhancing combat through flute tones. Amazing.”

Even quiet Audrey was excited today.

Only Alice beside Dorothy turned to look at everyone, then awkwardly scratched her head.

Oh no—why are all the sisters so knowledgeable? Is she the only one who knows nothing? Shouldn’t she say something too?

Whatever, I’ll just say the same thing.

The little witch mimicked her sisters’ posture, stroking her chin with an expression of “Dragon people—you’ve successfully caught my attention”—studying the scene below.

As the sisters chatted, a dragon-shaped mountain appeared before them.

Just as Dorothy was about to marvel at how even mountains in the Dragon Realm had such dragon-like character, she suddenly realized this mountain was formed from the corpse of a great dragon—though dead, the dragon’s body still stood defiantly, its head proudly raised, and Dorothy could even see a serene smile on the dragon’s face.

It had died with peace.

“We’re here. This is the Longqi Army outpost. This mountain is called Haza. It was once the companion of a legendary knight from the first generation of Longqi Army, but after being mortally wounded in battle, it chose this place as its grave.”

“In dragon culture, they are born of nature, grow from nature, and upon death, return to nature. Dying dragons always choose their burial sites early, offering their mighty dragon bodies as nourishment to the world—when one dragon falls, ten thousand dragons are born.”

Euphelia explained to them.

Dorothy looked at the mountain with quiet reverence.

She truly liked this dragon culture—it reminded her of whale falls from her past life.

“My death will be a new beginning.” It did sound uniquely romantic.

Of course, she admired it—but she dared not imitate it now, having been warned repeatedly by her older sisters.

If she imitated it now, she’d be willing to die—but Dineisha would make the entire world die with her. That’s not romance—it’s a sin.

They landed atop the dragon’s head. At the center between the two dragon horns on the mountain peak stood an ancient stone castle, weathered by time—this was the Longqi Army outpost.

Even now, Long Ma’s Longqi Army still garrisoned in this pasture world—first, because the Dragon Realm’s environment truly aided the growth of dragon witches, and second, because it facilitated management of the entire pasture.

After all, such a vast world couldn’t truly be left unattended—the dragon beasts’ resources, hatchling incubation, population control, ecological balance, and collection and processing of various dragon-type specialties all required manpower.

Hmm, indeed, any profession looks glamorous from afar.

Dragon knights—once such a prestigious occupation. But now that Dorothy had learned the details, she realized these dragon knights were indeed fearsome in battle, yet when there was no war, they were just a bunch of herdsmen.

Then again, herding was still a prestigious profession in the witch world—after all, the witch race’s creator, the great God-King, had been a shepherdess.

Thinking of it this way, dragon knights were practically half-colleagues of the God-King himself—this was almost too lofty.

As Dorothy daydreamed, the dragon witches inside the castle sensed Long Ma’s aura and hurriedly opened the castle gates to welcome them.

Leading them was a witch whose stature was undeniably petite among dragon witches—she had a doll-like, exquisitely cute face, but her long hair was a stony gray-white.

Though short, her aura was immense; the powerful dragon pressure radiating from her revealed her extraordinary strength.

Dorothy recognized this witch—she’d met her once when she first returned home. Though it was only a brief encounter, Dorothy’s photographic memory recalled her name.

“Her name was Mavis, right? Mother’s chief strategist, and a powerful peak-time dragon witch.”

Dorothy recalled the little aunt’s profile.

Honestly, “A Bu” didn’t matter—it was the time dragon template that counted. Even among dragon witches, this was an absolutely overpowered thing.

Hmm, I’ll have to get on her good side later—she looks like the kind of woman who could be my learning accelerator.

Dorothy thought to herself.

After all, teachers who could guide her in time magic were rare—encountering one was a gift she must cherish.

The Zhaimonv plotted.

Ugh, family matters are so frustrating—they give me a headache.