Chapter 210: Escape! The Primordial Dragon Awakens Early

Four days later.

The former Yanjang Zhidi, now the Luli Shenkeng.

"Click~"

A faint sound of footsteps rang out.

Immediately after, a mysterious figure shrouded entirely in a black robe appeared.

And this was precisely the black-robed figure who had been standing atop the city gate at the edge of the Inner City, watching everything unfold.

That day, ever since that terrifying transparent barrier had appeared, he had, out of caution, moved far away from that city gate.

He never imagined that this very act would save his life, and also allow him to personally witness that scene to the end — that terrifyingly horrifying spectacle.

Heaven and earth changed color; the energy of the entire world churned violently.

Without a doubt, that was a power on par with that of a deity; his other avatar had undoubtedly perished.

But as the one who understood himself best, he knew full well that his avatar should have left something behind for him at the very last moment.

For instance, before dying, a memory that would let him understand what had happened back then; or perhaps an item he had brought from the main world.

Therefore, after four days of cautious observation, ensuring that there truly was nothing left that could destroy this avatar of his — which was nearly out of energy — he came.

Gazing at the unfathomably deep crater before him, the black-robed figure took only a few glances before decisively sliding down from the edge.

Because if there really was anything left behind, it could almost only have fallen into this deep crater.

"Thud~~"

Accompanied by the sound of landing, the black-robed figure easily slid to the bottom of the pit and began searching through this enormous crater.

Half an hour later, a faint wave of spiritual force swept through.

The black-robed figure finally found the only two items within this enormous crater —

A massive dragon spear stained with the blood of a great dragon, which still gave off wisps of heat; and a Space Ring forged personally by a deity from his world, hard enough to withstand a deity's attack without being destroyed.

He had no mood whatsoever to bother with the dragon spear, and silently crouched down to pick up the ring.

"Let me see exactly what happened that day! Success was clearly within reach that day."

Muttering to himself, the black-robed figure's spiritual force poured directly into it.

In an instant, his spiritual force entered the somewhat cramped space within the Space Ring.

He then took out from within a dazzling, diamond-shaped, gem-like object — though this was no gem.

It was a Memory Crystal condensed from one's own Spirit at the moment of death by a being above the Legendary Realm — a technique that every existence in the Demigod Realm had at their disposal.

Upon reaching the Demigod Realm, generally speaking, for safety's sake, they would conceal their true body and walk Ren Jian using various avatars; but this also brought a problem.

Once consciousness was split apart, each avatar represented him, yet each avatar's experiences were different.

Normally, the true body would take control and sort through all the memories; but to avoid certain special places that cut off the true body's control,

the avatar would then die, causing the true body to be unable to obtain that segment of information — and so this Technique of condensing an avatar's memories came into being.

The black-robed figure gazed at this dazzling gem-like crystal, and slowly pressed it to the space between his brows.

In an instant, the gem melted like a block of ice and sank into the space between the brows of the black-robed figure.

Along with the gem's disappearance, a torrent of memories and residual consciousness directly caused the two to merge.

At this moment, the expression hidden beneath the hood of the black-robed figure also began to change violently; then his entire body began to tremble, as if in this instant he had seen some unbelievable scene, and he started gasping for breath wildly.

"No, no!!!"

A few breaths later, amid a cry of terror, the black-robed figure recoiled in panic as if struck by lightning, then stared in disbelief at his own intact hands, muttering, "I — I'm not dead?!"

As the words fell, he denied it himself: "No, no, I'm already dead — I've merged with my other avatar!"

After coming to his senses, the memories of the two black-robed figures merged directly together at this moment; recalling the terrifying power from the previous scene, for a time he felt a chill run through his entire body.

He lifted his head in terror and glanced at the still crimson sky; already scared out of his wits by that terrifying power and the close brush with death, at this moment he only wanted to flee this horrifying world, to escape back to his own lair and hide!

Under normal circumstances, he would certainly have thought calmly, seizing this once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity to absorb all the Magic Stones within the Space Ring.

Once he had recovered a bit of power, he would have directly killed the great dragon, which had already fallen into a defenseless deep slumber.

But now he was already mired in fear, despair, terror, and other negative emotions.

This fear was not only the fear of facing that great being, but also the negative effect produced when the memories of the two merged after his avatar's death.

Even though he was well aware of this in his heart, he still could not calm down — in other words, the black-robed figure at this moment was as if a Demigod or deity-level expert well-versed in all manner of status Techniques had afflicted him with a great many negative status effects.

To the point that he simply could not regain his composure.

Now, if he wished to regain his composure, he would either need to rely on external force — that is, the power of his true body — to clear away the negative status, or have a being who governed negative emotions actively clear or absorb it for him.

Unfortunately, at present he could satisfy neither of these conditions.

Therefore, all that awaited him was to flee in terror, frantically taking out Magic Stones to recover his mana as he went, fleeing farther and farther away.

During this process, because of the violent changes in the sky above and the subconscious urging of his heart, he fled directly toward a region rich in negative energy.

At the same time, perhaps because the black-robed figure's escape made too much noise, or perhaps because the Primordial Dragon was too concerned about its precious treasure,

it had merely slumbered briefly for four days to recover its condition, and after escaping the peril of being at death's door, it decisively awoke not long after the black-robed figure's departure.

Looking at its nest, which had been utterly transformed, the Primordial Dragon felt a surge of irritation in its heart at this moment.

It could be said that the reason it was in such a sorry state now was, for the most part, the fault of those despicable, ugly humans.

If they had not colluded with outside enemies and inexplicably come to attack it, it would never have been in such a sorry state, and would long since have killed that otherworldly being.

There would have been no need for its Father God to intervene.

All of this, combined with the fact that its treasure had also been taken away by those humans earlier,

meant that now it utterly despised those humans!

(End of this chapter)