Chapter 195: Memories, a Gift from Baichuan

Roar—!!!

Yet what answered him was a single, loud, furious dragon's roar.

At this moment, the Primordial Dragon had no idea what he was saying; it only knew that looking at the endlessly babbling face of the being before it filled it with a nameless fury.

Since it couldn't figure out why that tiny light barrier could block its attacks, it would simply smash it apart with brute force.

When Father God had once taught it how to use Metal Power, he had told it: nothing in the world is truly unbreakable. Even the hard scales upon our own bodies, or metals forged again and again in raging flames, become like soft mud before a stronger force.

Therefore, so long as its power was strong enough, it could tear apart the body of this uninvited visitor from another world.

However, this would mean unleashing the power Father God had once bestowed upon it.

At this moment, the Primordial Dragon seemed to recall the scene when Baichuan had first granted it a portion of power.

Back then, Father God's long, massive body was coiled among the mountains, a flickering flame held in the cup of his claw, and he asked the still-young dragon: "A Shi, do you know the essence of the power of fire?"

The young Primordial Dragon paused, then answered without thinking, "Fire is Father God's servant, and also the power Father God has given me!"

"No, no, no. Fire is not my servant; at most, I've merely found a way to use it."

To its surprise, Father God shook his head and denied its answer.

"Then whose servant is fire?"

The young dragon curiously asked Father God.

"Fire has never been anyone's servant. It is a form of energy release between heaven and earth. So long as any being can find a way, they can master it."

"Energy… release?"

"Yes. Its essence is the light and heat produced when matter burns. To create fire, you need a fuel, an ignition point, and an oxidizer."

"Fuel? Ignition point? Oxidizer? What are those?"

The young Primordial Dragon felt a bit dizzy, half-understanding and half-not.

"Ah, that would take a while to explain. You can understand it this way: the fuel is the red Light Points you control. Those Light Points can not only store your own heat, but over time, as they accumulate heat, they become an extremely excellent fuel. The ignition point is the temperature required for your Light Points to burn. The oxidizer is a substance in this world that lets you create fire; it is everywhere, mixed into the air, drifting invisibly around you, yet fire cannot be born without it."

"I-I see…"

"Hahaha, of course you don't need to understand it so deeply. You only need to know that the might of fire is determined by these three points. If we want fire to be more powerful, we only need to change the fuel and the oxidizer, and we can create an even more scorching flame."

"An even… more scorching flame?"

"Yes, a flame far more terrifying than the one you now control!"

"And this is the power I am about to bestow upon you. However, although this power is very strong, you may not be able to withstand it for now. So unless absolutely necessary, do not use it lightly. For great power means harming both the enemy and yourself!"

……

Recalling the words Father God had once spoken, the Primordial Dragon slowly activated a tiny organ deep within its chest. Unlike the scorching heat that surrounded the rest of its body, that place was icy cold!

As if it were the coldest place in all the world!

It was hard to imagine that within a Fire of Ancient Dragon, famed for the power of flame, there existed an organ of such extreme cold.

Were it not that they were born as artificial life, every inch of their bodies freely altered at will by their creator, such a situation would almost never have arisen naturally.

For since ancient times, cold and heat had been a pair of opposing forces.

And this organ was the power Baichuan had bestowed upon it, something he had modified himself by referencing his own Ice Essence Pouch. It contained Baichuan's knowledge of how to utilize the various rare gases in the atmosphere.

Inside this organ were two chambers, each containing a different pale-blue, liquid-like substance—Liquid Oxygen and a small amount of Liquid Hydrogen!

Liquid Oxygen is an extremely powerful oxidizer. Organic matter submerged in Liquid Oxygen will undergo violent combustion, and if certain fuels are soaked in Liquid Oxygen for a long time, a terrifying explosion will result.

And once this liquid is mixed with Liquid Hydrogen, it becomes a fuel of extremely high energy density!

Of course, calling it a fuel, if too much of it burns and the energy within has no outlet, a terrifying massive explosion will naturally occur.

This was a flame far more efficient and far more scorching than anything its own body temperature could produce.

As the Primordial Dragon began to unleash this power, in an instant large numbers of red Light Points shut down their activity and ceased radiating heat, then rushed out from within its body at tremendous speed, flowing toward that special Liquid Oxygen pouch.

In a flash, under the Primordial Dragon's control, the vast number of red Light Points soaked in Liquid Oxygen traveled through its pressurizing organs and slowly arrived at its throat.

Then, after a bout of intense pressurization—

Burst!!!

In an instant, a scorching, pale-purple line of fire surged forth from its throat.

Shooting out like a beam of light.

The moment this line of fire appeared, compared to the Primordial Dragon's massive body, it was so thin and inconspicuous.

Were it not for the strange pale-purple glow it radiated, and the fact that it came from the mouth of a Flame Monarch Ancient Dragon, under normal circumstances it would never have drawn the attention of that black-robed being.

Even though it shot out rather quickly.

So the black-robed being merely chuckled, did not choose to dodge, and said: "Such a tiny flame—are you trying to tickle me? Or have you run out of tricks…"

Yet as the line of fire drew closer and closer, the black-robed being found, for some reason, that he could no longer speak.

Because at this moment, facing that thin line of fire shooting toward him at high speed and drawing ever nearer, for some unknown reason alarm bells rang loudly in his heart, and a creeping sensation of every hair standing on end washed over him.

That was the keen intuition he had forged through countless brushes with life and death on his way to where he now stood—extremely sensitive to any crisis that could threaten his survival.

Yet this keen intuition, which should only have been triggered when facing a life-or-death crisis, had now been triggered by such a tiny little flame. Why?

Could this small line of fire possibly possess the power to slay a being of the Divine Realm?

W-what kind of joke is this!

Could a mere Legendary possibly cross that heavenly chasm between god and mortal?!

Yet no matter how unwilling he was to believe it, the unease from within his heart made him, at the very last moment, instinctively choose to dodge.

But it was too late!

(End of Chapter)