Chapter 236: Changes from Over Three Hundred Years Ago

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Baichuan, who at this moment was still unaware that a large group of beings, some familiar and some unfamiliar, were rushing toward him, also formally began examining the images preserved within the permissions.

Of course, although he was unaware, after Baichuan canceled those two permission beads and made the seal vanish, he had still made the necessary preparations.

As his mind immersed itself within, the scene shifted.

Within the deep, dark Abyss, a divine stone, entirely crimson in color, standing atop a massive stone pillar, slowly came into his view.

In an instant, he recognized the true identity of this divine stone—his Juanzhu, the Primordial Dragon!

Regarding this, although he felt puzzled, he did not feel surprised.

Because although he had indeed laid down a contingency to observe the memory scenes of the permission bearers, he was ultimately not the kind of pervert with an especially strong desire for control who liked to spy on every aspect of others' lives.

Therefore, limited by his knowledge and ability at the time, the arrangement he left behind only began recording information after another contingency that had startled him awake was activated.

However, as for why the Primordial Dragon had become like this, he had a rough idea—it must be related to that battle that had startled him awake back then.

He did not pay it much mind, merely frowning slightly as he continued watching.

Soon, he saw that the Primordial Dragon did not remain in its divine stone state for long. In its urgency, it awoke without regard for its injuries, and then, imitating the way he had created his Juanzhu, cultivated its own Juanzhu—three second-generation ancient dragons resembling itself—Blaze Dragons.

There was nothing wrong with these actions above; in fact, Baichuan had also been looking forward to this group of Juanzhu bringing him a bit of a different change.

However, after learning the reason why the Primordial Dragon cultivated Juanzhu, and after spending half a year accompanying them, it kept thinking nonstop about that one treasure—well, the treasure was actually its discarded claw.

Baichuan's expression was like this.

"(ー_ー)!!"

He had never expected that the right claw he had left behind, whether intentionally or not, would have tricked his very first Juanzhu…

You should know that the reason he had not destroyed that discarded claw back then was that he suddenly recalled all sorts of movies, TV shows, and novels he had seen in his previous life.

He thought that by leaving behind this discarded claw of his, perhaps some extraordinary talent might discover it and use it to bring a bit of a different change to this world.

Because back then, he was too eager for this ordinary world to have even the slightest change.

A world as still as dead water was not conducive to his growing stronger.

Back then, if he had not tested and found that his Dragon Blood was too toxic to ordinary creatures, its corrosive nature too strong.

He would have even wanted to personally create a batch of creatures imbued with his blood.

But he never expected that the product left behind by such a single thought back then would have tricked his Juanzhu half to death.

Baichuan also realized for the first time that the Juanzhu he had envisioned as perfect back then had some failures in its creation and subsequent teaching.

Because he discovered that his Juanzhu—the Primordial Dragon—had some slight flaws in its personality.

Clearly, he had taught it plenty of attitudes and methods for dealing with enemies.

Sigh~~ Letting out a long breath, Baichuan was also somewhat speechless.

Since the Primordial Dragon was like this, presumably the others should also have some minor issues, more or less.

Without thinking further, Baichuan continued watching.

In the scene.

After several years of cultivation and teaching, he also saw that the Primordial Dragon, finally unable to hold on any longer due to its injuries, hurriedly fell into slumber, and ultimately let the three Blaze Dragons take its place in retaliating against humanity and seeking to retrieve the "treasure."

Well, in an instant.

Baichuan roughly guessed that if the humans of this world had no outside intervention, they were about to fall into dire straits.

Regarding this, his heart held no particular stir.

Neither sorrow nor joy—destruction or continued survival, let it be as their fate decreed.

He did not intend to interfere, but judging by the current situation, something must have changed later on.

Thus, the Time in the scene swiftly passed another three years.

Until that day arrived.

A corner of the sky shattered like glass.

Several beings radiating endless, brilliant light, like gods or demons, descended from the broken other side.

And issued greedy declarations.

It was very clear—these were the beings who had descended from the other side of the World Passage.

In an instant, Baichuan's heart also grew solemn.

Because the Time of Their arrival was truly too coincidental!

Before the energy concentration between worlds had risen, and while the Primordial Dragon was heavily injured, They descended.

In such circumstances, how many beings in his world could possibly fight against those who could cross worlds to arrive?

It had to be said, at that moment, fate stood on the opposite side.

And the subsequent situation did not exceed Baichuan's prediction.

This group of greedy beings, the moment they descended, immediately discovered the Primordial Dragon, which had taken on the form of a divine stone atop the stone pillar at the center of the Abyss.

It had to be said, set off by the dense energy drawn in by that contingency of his, the appearance of the divine stone the Primordial Dragon had become was simply off the charts!

Endless white mist, like condensed water droplets, permeated the Abyss, atop the stone pillar accentuated by the rising, ethereal red mysterious aura.

A crystalline divine stone, entwined with countless mysterious patterns and flickering with light, stood majestically there, greedily devouring the dense misty aura.

This was practically saying to their faces, "Look! This stone's extraordinary appearance absolutely means it's no ordinary object—it must be a rare treasure or an ancient divine artifact! We absolutely must not let it go!"

In such circumstances, the Primordial Dragon naturally became the target of countless greedy gazes.

And being watched by such scorching gazes, even if the Primordial Dragon was sleeping deeply, there would surely be a trace of awareness—let alone that it had always left a sliver of its mind to watch the outside world.

Thus, a battle of one against many began.

The outcome was also very clear; the entire battle lasted less than ten minutes before the Primordial Dragon was utterly trapped in a death situation.

Even though at this moment the area was permeated with nearly eighty percent or more of the energy of this region in the current era, in the face of the powerful beings from other worlds—even though some of the weaker ones had already left, reducing the number of enemies it faced considerably—it still paled in comparison and could not hold on.

After all, the Primordial Dragon had never truly grown up; it was still in a state of unhealed severe injuries.

Just as the desperate Primordial Dragon was at a loss, about to resolutely detonate all the energy in this entire region along with its own Core.

Abruptly, it suddenly recalled the words Baichuan had said when entrusting it with this arduous mission, "If you encounter something you can't handle, then retreat. Its being alive is more important than its death. The news of the Otherworldly beings' arrival still needs to be delivered by it."

So in that instant, the Primordial Dragon betrayed its own heart and shamefully chose to flee.

And its later successful escape was thanks to its earlier attitude being too resolute, as if it would perish together with its enemies and drag a few down with it. So in front of that group of Otherworldly beings with their own ulterior motives, it managed to escape.

Afterwards, it dragged its heavily wounded body and fled in panic toward the Ice Sea Dragon's territory, which was closest to its own domain.

It didn't expect that along the way it would encounter the youngest of the seven dragons — its little sister, the Cloud Sea Dragon.

Faced with this, the Primordial Dragon, which was already being hunted by countless Otherworldly beings wanting to strip it of its treasure, hurriedly informed its little sister of the news it had just learned, asking her to quickly relay it to the other siblings……

(End of Chapter)