Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 87: Demonic path plan

Wei Long's golden eyes gleamed as he gazed down at the kneeling patriarch. He tilted his massive reptilian head slightly, there was an amusement flickering in his expression.

"I gave you a chance to leave, old man." His voice rumbled like distant thunder. "Yet, here you kneel. Why?"

The patriarch took a slow, steady breath. His body was still trembling, but not from fear. His eyes no longer held despair but instead something far more dangerous—determination.

"Because, Dragon Lord… I wish to serve you."

Wei Long's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Serve me?"

The patriarch nodded. "Yes. I wish to work with you—to accomplish the one goal that will benefit us both." He raised his head, meeting the dinosaur's gaze directly. "We must open the path to the Abyssal Demon Continent."

Wei Long's claws twitched slightly.

Now this was getting interesting.

"Pray tell, old man, what is the plan?"

The patriarch took a deep breath and began to speak.

He explained that the demonic sects had long been working toward breaking the barrier between the two continents.

However, the righteous sects—despite their many flaws—were powerful and had been actively thwarting their efforts for centuries.

Every time a demonic sect made progress, righteous cultivators would rise to eliminate them before they could complete the rituals needed to shatter the wall.

"The righteous sects are like weeds," the patriarch said bitterly. "You cut down one demonic sect, and another rises. But unlike demonic cultivators, righteous sects have vast resources, deep foundations, and access to powerful artifacts passed down from ancient times. Even the lowest sects can call upon their allies if they sense something threatening their order."

Wei Long listened, his tail swishing idly.

"So what is your plan, then?"

The patriarch's eyes gleamed. "It is simple. We infiltrate the righteous sects—not to destroy them outright, but to control them from the shadows."

Wei Long let out a deep chuckle. "You want to make puppets out of them?"

The patriarch nodded. "Exactly. Instead of fighting the righteous sects head-on, we twist them, mold them, guide them so they do not interfere when the demonic cultivators finally complete their work."

He spoke at length about how the demonic sects had always failed because they relied on brute force.

They would strike from the shadows, unleash plagues, slaughter entire villages to fuel their dark rituals—but such acts only alerted the righteous sects and made them more vigilant.

"But if we take control from the inside," the patriarch continued, "we can ensure that when the time comes, the righteous sects will be too weak or too divided to stop the final ritual."

Wei Long hummed in thought. "So you want to infiltrate the sects, manipulate their leaders, and ensure they do nothing when the final moment arrives?"

The patriarch nodded eagerly.

Wei Long smirked. "An ambitious plan."

"It is the only way." The patriarch's voice was firm. "But it is not easy. Taking control of a sect is not as simple as killing their leaders and replacing them. No, righteous sects are built on deep traditions and generational loyalty. If a sect suddenly shifts too much in ideology, it will be questioned—suspicion will arise. That is why the process must be done slowly, subtly."

Wei Long rolled his eyes slightly. "Sounds tedious."

"It is." The patriarch sighed. "That is why we move from sect to sect. One righteous sect alone is not enough to ensure success. We need many under our control, and we cannot afford to waste time struggling to make a single sect powerful enough to be untouchable."

Wei Long tilted his head. "Why not?"

The patriarch blinked. "What?"

Wei Long gave him a toothy grin. "Why not take a single sect and make it the strongest of them all?"

The patriarch stared.

Then, after a moment, he let out a weak, dry laugh. "That is impossible."

Wei Long arched a brow. "Is it?"

The patriarch nodded. "It takes centuries—sometimes even millennia—for a righteous sect to rise from the lowest rank to the highest. Do you know how difficult it is to elevate a sect? The Autumn Dragon Sect is a prime example. They were once a low-ranked sect, barely surviving. They clawed their way up over the years, but even now, they are only barely recognized as a true force. Their growth was slow, painful, and filled with countless struggles."

He sighed deeply.

"To make a single sect rise to dominance, you need powerful cultivators, incredible resources, a vast network of allies, and an overwhelming military force. Even then, it is no guarantee. Rival sects will attempt to suppress them, wars will break out, and the righteous world will not sit idly by as one sect amasses too much power. It is simply not realistic."

Wei Long snorted. "Not realistic for you, maybe."

The patriarch frowned. "What do you mean?"

Wei Long's grin widened.

"It's not a problem for me."

The patriarch stood there, stunned into silence. His lips trembled slightly, but no words came out.

Wei Long, completely unbothered, stretched his powerful limbs and yawned. "What's with that look, old man? Don't tell me you don't believe me."

The patriarch finally found his voice. "It's not that… It's just—how can you be so sure?"

Wei Long smirked. "Because I'm me."

The patriarch swallowed hard. He had spent centuries plotting, scheming, and struggling to manipulate the course of history. And yet, here was this beast—this thing—who treated world-shaking events like a game, as if raising a sect to dominance was as easy as breathing.

Wei Long, however, had already moved on. His massive tail swung idly as he continued. "Now then, I want you to find another demonic path sect and join their ranks. Get in close, make them trust you, and when the time is right, let me know. I'll lend my support."

The patriarch furrowed his brows. "You want me to join them?"

Wei Long nodded. "Of course. You're more useful inside than out here. Besides, don't you already know how to weasel your way into people's good graces?"

The old man stiffened but didn't argue. He did have a knack for infiltrating places.

Wei Long's golden eyes gleamed. "Once you've settled in, we'll use them. Not just as tools, but as the key to opening that continent. We let them believe they're achieving their grand goal, and when the moment is right—"

Wei Long grinned, his sharp teeth glinting under the light. "We make our move."

The patriarch took a deep breath, nodding slowly. It was… bold. But the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. The demonic cultivators had always fought for this goal, spilling blood and sacrificing countless lives to break the barrier. If they could push them forward, guide them without exposing themselves—then they could reap all the rewards without doing most of the work.

Wei Long then turned his gaze toward Xi Na.

"Go with him."

Xi Na, who had been silently listening, raised an eyebrow.

Wei Long chuckled. "Don't worry, I can appear behind you anytime if you're in trouble. Just don't call me every time, alright? I want to relax a bit. That's why I think his plan is good for me."

Xi Na nodded without hesitation. She didn't question him, nor did she argue.

With that, Wei Long casually walked away, his tail swishing lazily behind him.

The two—Xi Na and the patriarch—watched his retreating figure in silence.

The patriarch clenched his fists. That creature… that being… was too unnatural.

A part of him, a small, fragile part, wanted to lash out, to try and regain some sense of control over his fate. His gaze flickered to Xi Na.

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Perhaps if he killed her now, he could escape.

But then he remembered.

Wei Long's eyes.

The way those golden irises pierced through him, as if he were nothing more than an ant being observed by an apex predator.

He shivered. No. That was a terrible idea.

Instead, he exhaled deeply and shook his head. "The Dragon Lord…" he muttered, still trying to process everything. "He only cares about opening the portal. He doesn't care about the demonic cultivators themselves."

Xi Na nodded. "That is correct."

The patriarch looked at her. "But you… do you actually believe in him? Do you believe he can do it?"

Xi Na hesitated.

Then, she slowly shook her head. "I don't know. But he is my master."

The patriarch's breath hitched. He understood immediately.

This girl… was under the beast's control.

She wasn't following Wei Long out of loyalty or admiration. She was bound. Whether through strength, dominance, or something deeper, the girl had accepted her position without question.

A slow smile crept onto the patriarch's face.

"If that's the case… then perhaps I can help you."

Xi Na glanced at him, her expression neutral. She did not ask for clarification, nor did she react strongly.

The patriarch chuckled. She might not realize it now, but if she grew stronger—if she became more than just a pawn—she might be able to break free from Wei Long's influence.

And that… could change everything.

"For now, we need to decide our next step," the patriarch said, shifting gears. "The Blood Boar Sect is gone. Wiped out. That means we need to find a new demonic sect to align ourselves with."

Xi Na nodded. "Which sect do you suggest?"

The patriarch pondered for a moment.

There were many demonic sects, but not all of them were suitable for their needs. Some were too small, insignificant. Others were too erratic—filled with lunatics who wouldn't listen to reason.

"The Crimson Abyss Sect," he finally said. "They're one of the more structured demonic sects. They have clear leadership, strong cultivation techniques, and most importantly, they've been trying to open a portal to the Abyssal Demon Continent for centuries."

Xi Na nodded again. "Then we go to them."

The patriarch exhaled, then smiled.

"It seems we have an understanding."

With that, the two figures vanished into the night, beginning their journey toward the next phase of the Dragon Lord's ever-growing game.