Chapter 102: The Huang Tong Dragons are Extinct

Little Zombie was digging a hole, and Ang was holding an angel skeleton, stuffing it in, and covering it with soil, just like transplanting seedlings.

Negris couldn't bear to look: "You're actually planting them? What can you grow? You can't turn one into two."

The next day, Negris found out what could be grown: soul flames. Out of the thousand-plus angel skeletons buried in the ground, a full twenty had given birth to soul flames under the blowing of the Breath of the Abyss.

These skeletons that had given birth to soul flames were struggling instinctively, trying to crawl out of the ground. Unfortunately, they were buried too deep, with only their heads exposed, and their limbs were all stuck in the soil, unable to find leverage, so they couldn't crawl out at all.

"Oh, so you can grow soul flames? Why didn't I think of this before? You don't even need holy skeletons, right? If I had known, I would have planted them earlier. I could harvest a soul every day; maybe I would have broken through to soul flame level too." Saying this, he leaned his head toward the skull of a holy skeleton, preparing to eat one.

The body Negris was soul-linked to was a Lich Dragon, cultivated from its own scales; its soul was very weak because Ang had casually condensed a wisp and stuffed it in. Its strength was roughly at the level of a white bone skeleton, barely enough to drive this shell.

Anyway, it was just a projection, and it didn't need a very strong soul, so Negris was too lazy to upgrade it. Little Zombie went out to hunt every day, and the Angel Skeleton would follow along.

And when hiding in the pits to avoid the Breath of the Abyss, they would also reach their hands out, following Ang's example to guide the cold aura to temper themselves, so their souls were often seen growing stronger.

But Negris basically didn't do these things, so its soul strength had never been high. Now, seeing so many free ones, it wanted to take a bite.

Ang pressed its head down.

"What? You won't let me eat? You're too biased! I'm angry now," Negris said indignantly.

Angel Skeleton and Little Zombie could eat whenever they wanted, but it couldn't even have one? They were all raised at home; why be so biased? It wasn't about the one or two soul flames, but that this behavior was too infuriating.

Ang gave it a strange look and ignored it, checking the soul inside the skull: "Awoo!"

The soul flame inside the skull was terrified, shaking violently and struggling hard, emitting a feeling of fear.

Ang withdrew his aura, the soul flame in the skull calmed down slowly, and then Ang "Awoo-ed" again.

Repeating this, after scaring it five or six times, Ang "Awoo-ed," and the new soul was still as terrified and fearful as the first time.

Ang took out the soul flame and handed it to Negris.

Negris finally understood: "You're testing if they have intelligence? If they had intelligence, after being scared by you so many times, they would definitely have adapted. Even a fish, after being hooked a few times, would learn not to bite the bait. They're even worse than fish; they definitely have no intelligence."

Ang tilted his head: "Fish, what is that?"

"Uh, forgot you haven't seen a fish. This is a fish." Negris transmitted some knowledge about fish to him.

"No, intelligence," Ang nodded, pointing at the soul.

Doing this, he tested all the newly born souls and found that none of them had intelligence.

Negris was deeply disappointed and couldn't help but say: "Will this work? The wilderness gives birth to so many souls every year, and I've never seen anyone gain intelligence."

Ang pointed to the Angel Skeleton and Little Zombie playing nearby.

"Uh, those two don't count. Although they are native, I highly suspect it's because of your luck that you found them," Negris refused to admit it.

Anyway, the angel skeletons were already planted, and Ang didn't intend to take them back. There were only a thousand of them, and the other two thousand-plus were all stuffed back into the Palace of Rest, except for the two that Feilin took away.

Checking once a day, they could harvest about twenty soul flames, but none of them had intelligence, so the three little ones just divided them up on the spot.

Negris also got some ordinary skeletons and buried them in the ground, but the output rate of soul flames was too low.

A hundred buried, sometimes one, sometimes none. The output rate was less than one percent, which angered Negris so much that it dug them all up and threw them aside. Unexpectedly, after digging them up, the output rate was slightly higher, reaching one percent.

However, once they had soul flames, they ran away.

Besides planting souls, Ang was also cultivating a new Huang Tong Dragon. Negris did not understand this decision of Ang's.

"Making another Huang Tong Dragon? Wasting essence, and it won't grow up. Cultivating a Huang Tong Dragon my size requires twenty liters of essence. If the length doubles, the essence needs to increase fivefold. But even if the length doubles, it's still just a little dragon. I'll say it first: I'm not transferring into a new body; you guys will definitely all ride on it together."

Even if the size doubled, it would still be a little dragon, completely useless in battle, but it would be able to carry more things. Negris believed that as long as it could carry them, these guys would definitely all ride on it together.

Ang ignored it and went on to create a half-meter-long new Huang Tong Dragon. Because he used Negris's scales, it looked exactly like Negris.

After finishing the little dragon, Ang went out to the holy skeleton field for a turn. Just like yesterday, among the condensed soul flames, none had intelligence.

Forget it. Ang turned and ran toward the World Tree forest, quickly finding Feilin. This Lich City Lord had recently been working in the World Tree forest, learning how to plant World Trees. If he learned, he would plant a World Tree forest near Lich City.

Actually, the most important place to plant them was the World Transit Station, but Negris opposed it. If the Breath of the Abyss was a defense set up by the Monarch, then planting World Trees would cause the transit station to lose a major barrier.

The landing point chosen by the Heavenly Staircase was very dangerous. If it weren't for the fact that when the light pillar descended, it blasted and cleared the nearby World Trees, and those angels were too stubborn and didn't know to hide under the nearby World Trees, they wouldn't have all been blown to death.

If they couldn't all be blown to death, and a few hundred remained, everyone would be in trouble when dawn came.

Judging from these changes, the Breath of the Abyss was truly aimed at the Holy Angels, and specifically at those angels who acted on instinct after the gods disappeared. The Undead Monarch from over a thousand years ago might have known what would happen in the future.

So it was better to plant them further away; anyway, the Breath of the Abyss wouldn't affect the World Transit Station.

"Eh, Lord Ang, are you looking for me?" Feilin was surprised.

Ang nodded: "Give me, Black Face."

Feilin was stunned: "Black Face? You want Black Face? Uh, my lord, that's a ghost; it doesn't taste good."

Moreover, that was Feilin's pet. Although it was a bit stupid, he had raised it for several hundred years and didn't want to give it away casually.

"Not eat, reincarnate, Huang Tong Dragon," Ang said.

"What? Reincarnate it into a Huang Tong Dragon? That's impossible, right? It's a ghost with no intelligence; how can it reincarnate into a Huang Tong Dragon?" Feilin was half-believing.

If someone else had said it, Feilin would have walked away, but since Ang said it, he had to be half-believing. He could even grow trees in places where the Breath of the Abyss blew; what was impossible for him?

"Intelligence, it has, simple," Ang said.

Just do this, then do that, then do this, then do that, and it would be done.

Essence was poured onto the Huang Tong Dragon, and Black Face's consciousness was extracted and injected together. After some fiddling, the Huang Tong Dragon quietly raised its head, blankly aiming at the people around it.

"You actually managed to do it. Uh, what is this? A living Huang Tong Dragon hatchling? Our dragon race goes through all sorts of hardships and it's still very difficult to hatch a dragon hatchling, yet you just messed around and got this. It's... it's..."

Negris didn't know what to say. The dragon race had difficulty reproducing and were few in number. Just hatching a dragon egg took four or five hundred years. If this hatchling appeared in front of the dragon race, those old dragons would be excited to death.

Just then, the Huang Tong Dragon reincarnated from Black Face suddenly let out a painful dragon roar.

"Don't be nervous. It's the dragon race's bloodline inheritance. We dragons rely on our bloodline to inherit the memories and knowledge of our predecessors. A hatchling, just out of the eggshell, can possess most of the knowledge of its predecessors, whether it's hunting or magic, it can learn easily. Some particularly important information can also be notified to all dragons or even dragon-kin through bloodline resonance."

Black Face let out one painful dragon roar after another, making Feilin so anxious it was like Lisha was about to give birth.

After a full hour, it finally recovered, calling out weakly toward Feilin. No matter how much bloodline inheritance it had, it was still that Black Face, Feilin's pet.

Feilin touched its head lovingly, feeding it while talking to it, soothing its emotions.

While chatting, Feilin raised his head with a strange expression: "Uh, Black Face says, the Huang Tong Dragons are extinct."