Chapter 154: A Collapsing Ecology

A pair of tear-blurred eyes lifted straight up just like that.

Only then did Yaha realize that he had somehow been covered by a shadow, and right above him a monster that blotted out the sky had appeared.

A slender monster radiating a bewitching blue-white glow in the night!

"Ah!"

The sudden fright made Yaha's body jerk backward, instantly losing his balance and tumbling into a ball; then he scrambled to his feet, mumbling something as he tried to flee, even forgetting to pick up the wooden spear he had been clutching beside him.

Baichuan knew that his current appearance was far too terrifying for an ordinary human, so he once again sent out a soothing sound wave.

At this, Yaha froze, the leg he had just lifted hanging stiffly in midair.

He widened his eyes, filled with disbelief, slowly stopped his fleeing body, and turned around trembling.

Only now did he truly see the full appearance of the monster radiating a soul-stealing blue-white glow in midair.

In a daze, he seemed to notice that the creature before him looked very similar to the deity his former tribe used to worship.

That was the true sovereign of this Manghuang Continent, as the chief of their Yama tribe called it — the Ya!

A great deity whose body, when fully stretched out, could shroud an entire continent, swallow the blazing sun, and turn day into night.

In an instant, he came to his senses, dropped to his knees on the spot, and began sobbing bitterly while mumbling something.

But unlike his earlier crying, Baichuan sensed grievance and dependence in his voice.

It was like a child who had been bullied outside finally finding a parent to lean on, an overwhelming sense of grievance welling up unconsciously, beginning to pour out his grievances to the parent he depended on.

Of course, this could also be seen as a form of tattling.

Baichuan didn't mind this, because he discovered that this man… no, or rather someone in the tribe behind him, had actually witnessed him with their own eyes and had taken him as the faith deity of the entire tribe.

Although he didn't pay much attention to these mystical beliefs and such, the man before him was at least someone aware of the current situation and would surely know some information.

So Baichuan quietly listened.

And only then did he understand part of the reason behind all this.

It had been two months since he left this Man Huang Da Lu, when a large group of strange creatures suddenly appeared from nowhere and began roaming the continent.

They were huge in size, each one at least four meters tall, with the tallest approaching eight meters.

Not only that, while possessing such terrifying size, they also had horrifying reproductive capacity.

Wherever they passed, whether plants or animals, none were their match, and all became their food.

Only some female wild beasts might be somewhat luckier, able to escape being eaten on the spot, but afterward… they weren't necessarily in much better shape either…

Once these terrifying monsters appeared, they occupied the local ecology, leaving behind only soil stained with all kinds of filth, devoid of any vitality.

From then on, every creature on the entire continent faced a nightmare — an ecologically devastating nightmare…

And the man before him, Yaha's tribe, had just recently had its defenses breached by several red-eyed monsters, causing the entire tribe to fall prey to the monsters.

The reason he had escaped this fate was also thanks to the fact that he had been out searching for food at the time.

But he had only just finished gathering food and returned when he witnessed with his own eyes the tribe's defenses being breached.

Those monsters with blazing red eyes rampaged through the tribe, destroying everything he held dear, while he was powerless and didn't dare charge in…

Hearing this, Baichuan's brow immediately furrowed; these creatures seemed to have an inextricable connection to him, which meant this disaster might have been caused by him.

Thinking of this, he fell into contemplation. It seemed he had inadvertently created a terrifying disaster. Now that he thought about it, when he had modified the food reserves back then, he had been too naive.

He had only been concerned with whether the food reserve species were large enough to meet his needs, forgetting that many creatures on this continent were not as powerful as him.

For him, the Meat Dragons, fragile as paper, were an utterly devastating catastrophe for other creatures and the ecology.

At the same time, he had also forgotten that since even his size made it hard for other creatures to satisfy his consumption, the species he had modified — a race larger than elephants and numerous in quantity — would likely face the same problem.

This continent's ecology couldn't support such a massive number of Meat Dragons. It seemed he still needed to consider the energy demands of those modified species.

"Sigh,"

While pondering, Baichuan let out a sigh, unsure how much ecology could still remain on this continent.

At this point, he already understood that his modifications back then had been a complete failure; his considerations had ultimately been insufficient.

The disaster caused by this group of Meat Dragons was still spreading; this continent was probably already nearly ruined, and he didn't know how many years it would take to recover.

Moreover, currently, there seemed to be no other creatures that could clean up this mess; it seemed he needed to act quickly.

Thinking of this, Baichuan's body flashed with lightning once again, and then vanished without a trace.

At this moment, Yaha below, who had been pouring out his grievances, suddenly froze. His swollen, red eyes lifted upward, but the deity above had already disappeared; only the cold, clear moonlight entered his sight.

Then, as if remembering something, after a brief struggle on his face, his trembling hands picked up the long spear beside him once more, and he ran toward the direction of his tribe.

"Hoo~~hoo~~"

Above was the cold, clear moonlight; below was a patch of soft, squishy mud; everything around was pitch black; in his ears came one heavy breath after another.

Yaha ran for his life back, even though his throat was now dry and aching, and his chest felt as if it would burst; but none of this pain could overshadow the hatred in his heart.

He rushed back clutching a sliver of faint hope.

Closer, closer.

After an unknown amount of time, just as Yaha was about to lose consciousness, he finally saw his tribe's location once more.

Looking from afar, the completely shattered gate lay conspicuously to one side — it had been smashed apart by a monster earlier.

In his dazed state, he staggered and saw it — saw the tribe ahead glowing a bright red, emitting a scorching red light.

Especially conspicuous in this darkness, it was as if sacred fire had descended upon the Ren Jian, seeming to burn away all the filth within the tribe completely.

And above this sea of fire, a slender, majestic creature danced; as its body flowed and twirled, the soul-stealing blue-white glowing scales were dazzling beyond compare, as if this moment were eternal.

Dragon cries, ethereal as if purifying the Spirit, echoed far and wide through the night.

Then the flames Burst completely, in an instant resembling a pillar of fire shooting straight into the sky, transforming into a fire tornado that illuminated the night; rolling waves of heat swept outward in all directions.

"Has the filth been purified? That's wonderful!"

In his dazed state, this single thought flashed through Yaha's mind before he was directly sent flying by that wave of heat.

The last thing he saw was the entire tribe completely turning into a massive pit, a pit like glazed glass, and then he passed out…

(End of this chapter)