Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 86: New path

Wei Long's golden eyes gleamed with amusement as he loomed over the battered patriarch.

The old boar's breath was ragged, his once-proud stance reduced to a trembling kneel, his body covered in wounds from the brutal fight.

Blood seeped from his mouth, his tusks cracked, and his once-majestic robes hung in tatters. His pride, his dignity—all shattered.

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And now?

Now, he was groveling.

At first, it was a low whisper, a desperate muttering. But then, as the realization fully sank in—that there was no escape, that there was no miracle coming to save him—the patriarch broke.

"Mercy!"

His voice cracked as he slammed his forehead against the dirt, his boar ears twitching uncontrollably. His hands clutched the ground, his nails digging deep into the soil as he trembled.

"Please, oh great Dragon Lord! I beg of you! Spare this old life! I will serve! I will obey! I will dedicate myself to you!"

Wei Long watched, his tail swaying lazily behind him.

The old man pressed his forehead harder against the ground, his once-commanding voice reduced to pitiful pleas.

"I was wrong! I was blind! I was a fool to stand against such a divine existence as yourself! You are the ruler of beasts! The Lord of Dragons! Your might is immeasurable! Your hunger is unstoppable! You—"

Wei Long's massive foot suddenly pressed down hard on the old man's back.

CRACK.

The patriarch gasped, his spine screaming in agony, his ribs nearly snapping from the weight.

"You're talking too much," Wei Long muttered, his voice almost bored.

The old boar squealed, his body convulsing beneath the pressure. His breath hitched, panic filling his eyes.

"I-I have something!" he gasped desperately. "A secret! An important one!"

Wei Long arched a brow, though he didn't lessen the pressure.

The patriarch coughed violently, his breath wheezing, his body shaking like a leaf.

"Please! If I tell you… will you spare me?"

Wei Long tilted his head, his gaze flickering with amusement.

"Hmm… depends."

The old man's eyes widened.

"Depends?"

Wei Long chuckled, his massive claws tapping against the ground rhythmically.

"Depends on how important it is, of course," he said smoothly. "If it's worthless, well…"

His tail swayed once more, his fangs glinting as he grinned.

"You're just a snack waiting to happen."

The patriarch shuddered, his breathing unsteady. He could feel it—death looming over him, a predator playing with its prey.

He had no choice.

So, with a trembling voice, he spoke.

"The demonic sects… their main goal… is to break the wall."

Wei Long's grin faltered.

The patriarch gulped before continuing, his words tumbling out in a desperate rush.

"The wall that separates the two continents! They want to shatter it! If they succeed… this land will turn into hell!"

Wei Long's eyes narrowed.

The old man licked his bloody lips, his voice turning into an urgent whisper.

"Once the wall is gone… the abyssal beasts will flood this continent! The skies will burn! The rivers will run black! And the land will drown in an endless sea of slaughter!"

A crazed, desperate light flickered in the patriarch's eyes.

"And you, Dragon Lord… you will have endless prey."

Wei Long's golden eyes widened slightly as he processed the patriarch's words. His massive reptilian body remained still, but the excitement bubbling beneath his scales was undeniable.

He hadn't expected this.

He had originally planned to use the righteous sects—like the Autumn Dragon Sect—to track down demonic cultivators and their demonic beasts.

That way, he wouldn't have to waste time searching for them himself. But this?

This was perfect.

If the wall between the continents was broken, demonic cultivators and beasts would flood into this land on their own.

He wouldn't have to search for them. He wouldn't have to wait for the Autumn Dragon Sect to locate them.

They would come to him.

And the best part?

There would be so many.

His claws twitched slightly at the thought, his hunger stirring deep within him. He could already imagine it—endless waves of powerful demonic beasts, their flesh rich with demonic essence, their bodies brimming with strange, delicious abilities waiting to be devoured.

He had always grown stronger by consuming the strong.

And now, a literal buffet was about to be delivered to him.

Wei Long let out a deep, rumbling laugh, his sharp teeth glinting. His massive tail swayed, the ground beneath him trembling from his amusement.

The patriarch, still kneeling before him, flinched at the sound. His body trembled with fear, but his eyes were locked onto the great beast, watching, waiting.

After a few moments, Wei Long's laughter died down, and his gaze turned sharp once more.

"Tell me more."

His voice wasn't a request. It was a command.

The patriarch swallowed hard, nodding quickly. He knew that his life depended entirely on how much useful information he could provide.

"Y-Yes, Dragon Lord!" he stammered, his boar-like features twitching in terror. "I-I will explain everything!"

And so, he did.

For what felt like an eternity, the old man spoke, pouring out every bit of knowledge he had about the demonic sects' grand plan.

He spoke of the wall.

A towering, ancient structure hidden deep within the world's most forbidden region, built by ancient cultivators to separate the Abyssal Demon Continent from the lands of the righteous sects.

He spoke of the demonic cultivators.

They had been gathering for centuries, plotting, searching for the key to breaking the wall. They had been performing rituals, amassing power, and sacrificing countless lives to fuel their ambition.

He spoke of the abyssal beasts.

Creatures of pure destruction, born in a land of madness and blood. Unlike ordinary demonic beasts, abyssal beasts did not just crave flesh—they craved chaos. They did not just destroy—they corrupted. And once they crossed into this land, there would be no stopping them.

"Once the wall is gone," the patriarch continued, his voice growing weaker, "this land will be devoured. Not even the strongest righteous sects will be able to withstand the onslaught. The skies will darken with abyssal flames, the earth will split beneath the weight of their corruption, and the rivers will run red with—"

"Enough."

Wei Long's voice cut through the old man's ramblings like a blade.

The patriarch froze. His breath hitched, his body stiffening in terror.

Wei Long stared at him for a long moment before a slow, predatory grin stretched across his face.

"You can go."

The patriarch's eyes widened in disbelief.

"W-What?"

Wei Long tilted his head slightly, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement.

"I said, you can go."

He leaned down, his massive face now looming dangerously close to the patriarch's trembling form. His voice was calm, almost playful.

"I am a dinosaur of my word."

The patriarch's mouth opened and closed several times, as if struggling to process what had just happened. He had expected to die here. He had resigned himself to his fate.

But now…

He was being spared?

Slowly, shakily, the old man began to push himself up, his body still trembling from exhaustion and injuries.

And yet—

Just as he was about to stand—

He stopped.

His body stiffened, his muscles locking in place. His hands, which had been pressed against the ground, refused to move. His knees, which were just about to lift him up, remained rooted.

He could leave.

He had been given the chance.

And yet…

He stayed.

His breath quickened. His heart pounded against his chest.

And then—

With a trembling motion, his body lowered back down.

The once-proud patriarch of the Blood Boar Sect, a man who had stood at the peak of his sect for decades, knelt.

Not out of defeat.

Not out of shame.

But something unknown.