The Strongest Dragon in the Era of Beast Taming-Chapter 977 - 971: Change of Plan

Chapter 977: Chapter 971: Change of Plan

Mesona world.

The deep and shocking dragon chant exploded next to the ear of the Bi Lan Jiao Dragon.

It raised its head, staring blankly at the suddenly changing sky with trembling huge body, perhaps out of shock, or perhaps out of fear.

“Eeee!” (Rain Dance!)

Amidst the sky, Rainbow’s figure was faintly visible, perfectly displaying the dragon species’ mighty power to control the weather.

“Drip drop drip drop!”

First came a drizzle, and then the rain grew heavier. Soon, the downpour began to wash over the earth, turning the Earth Energy’s rules into nourishment that moistened the barren ground.

“Chirp.” (That’s enough.)

As Lolo’s voice fell, Rainbow immediately let out a dragon chant towards the sky, calming the raging storm, revealing a clear sky.

Seeing Rainbow’s might, the Bi Lan Jiao Dragon couldn’t help but widen its eyes.

That was close, good thing I surrendered quickly enough!

Otherwise, it’s hard to say how long my corpse would have been cold by now.

“Meeh.” (Don’t be lazy.)

Loona shoved the plow into the claws of the Bi Lan Jiao Dragon, bringing a complex expression to its face.

Who am I?

I am the ruler of beasts, the deterrent of a domain, the Class VII Overlord Jiao Dragon.

Just one month ago, if someone had dared to make the prestigious Overlord Jiao Dragon till the fields, the Bi Lan Jiao Dragon would have let go a breath of dragon fire to let them know what dragon dignity is.

But seeing the Destruction Emperor Dragon descending from the sky, the Bi Lan Jiao Dragon wisely chose obedience, taking the plow to till the fields without protest.

“Meeh, meeh.” (Today you’re going to till ten acres of Arcane Force-rich spirit farms, or you won’t get a meal supplement.)

As soon as Loona spoke, the plow in the Bi Lan Jiao Dragon’s claws instantly broke.

Ten acres of spirit farm would cover about six thousand six hundred and sixty-six square meters.

Unless it was willing to burn a significant amount of Arcane Force, just using the plow on its claws would mean it couldn’t even clear five acres of mesona in an entire 24-hour day without rest.

The Bi Lan Jiao Dragon wanted to refuse, but when it heard the old ballad coming from the distant fields, the mouth it was about to open immediately snapped shut.

Having spent a whole month in the Mesona Space, it knew the most fearsome being here wasn’t Rainbow with its terrifying presence, but the Time Elf, whose figure couldn’t be seen, and only its ballad heard.

“Alas, the same umbrella but different handles, the same dragon but different fates!”

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Looking at the carefree Dragon Frog enjoying the sunlight in the distance, the Bi Lan Jiao Dragon began to work the fields even faster with its paws.

It had no choice, if it didn’t finish the work today, it really wouldn’t be able to eat a single Senior Dragon Crystal.

Loona watched the Jiao Dragon’s paws move briskly, then glanced at Daphne not far away with her right claw supporting her head, leisurely plowing with the left, and couldn’t help but sigh.

“Meeh, meeh.” (Don’t worry, End Abyss will definitely break through to Emperor successfully.)

“Meow.”

Daphne shook her head, indicating that wasn’t what she was worried about, but rather the Trainer who was currently refining Immortal Power using the Great God Devouring Formation.

A month had passed since the dragon-slaying incident concluded, and during this time David Jones had been mostly focused on controlling the Great God Devouring Formation.

“Crack! Snap!”

Along with the crackling sound, the Devouring Formation pattern David Jones was clutching in his hand started to crumble, turning into dust with the wind.

But at this moment, David Jones had no time to pay attention to such trivia, his eyes were tightly focused on the divine artifact in his hands.

[Obscure Flame Mist Bottle]: Currently, the bottle contains one hundred and eighteen strands of Immortal Divine Power, with a maximum capacity of nine hundred and ninety-nine strands.

“Not bad, the essence of one False Dragon God and four Extreme Quasi-Gods condensed into a hundred strands of Immortal Power, barely breaking even,” David Jones muttered.

Immortal Power is an incredibly rare and magical force in the Mortal Realm, and for those Quasi-Immortals who wish to try igniting divine fire and breakthrough to Immortality, it’s even more precious than Level IX immortal resources.

However, the Yamanano Brahma Dragon had consumed too much Immortal Power to enter its False God state; otherwise, David Jones estimated that the Obscure Flame Mist Bottle could contain another hundred or two hundred strands more.

“It’s a pity that Immortal Power, though precious, is of no use to Rainbow and the others for the time being,” David Jones said softly.

The Immortal Power in the Obscure Flame Mist Bottle could be used to rapidly enhance the strength of Rainbow and its kind, but it was not cost-effective to do so. It was more of a waste than a benefit, better to save it to ignite their divine fire and forge their divine bodies.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Just then, a terrifying heat wave suddenly came from the distant Lava Mountain.

“Has the incubation of the Vermilion Divine Illusory Flame already ended?”

David Jones’s gaze unconsciously shifted toward the Lava Mountain where he had secluded himself for cultivation, his eyes filled with surprise and joy.

…

Holy Europe Alliance, Radiant Holy Capital.

Empress Olivia stood at the top of a high tower, her gaze reaching into the starry sky.

“Am I a step too late?” she sighed softly.

“Even the Devourer Dragon Frog, which stays away from worldly affairs, has been persuaded to act. It’s within reason that the Flowery Kingdom could quickly defeat the Yamanano Brahma Dragon,” the Divine Tyrannosaurus said calmly.

The number of strands of Immortal Power held in the hands of the Yamanano Brahma Dragon might not be small, but definitely not plentiful, at least not enough for it to break through to Immortality in the barren Mortal Realm.

According to records from the Origin Dynasty, an Ultimate Quasi-God wishing to successfully ignite divine fire needs to prepare at least five hundred strands of Immortal Power.

The average Quasi-God’s demand for Immortal Power is not that high, but about two hundred strands are still needed for an attempt to ascend to godhood.

“Wrong, do you remember the unfamiliar Immortal aura that erupted briefly over the Misty Sea a month ago?” Olivia closed her eyes slowly.

“That’s the compulsory route for the Flowery Kingdom’s expedition fleet.”

“What do you mean?” The Divine Tyrannosaurus was taken aback.

“Previously I only suspected, but the intelligence transmitted from Sofia and the evidence the scholars of Saint Europa Academy have analyzed, they are seventy percent certain that the owner of that Immortal aura was the Yamanano Brahma Dragon.”

“So you’re saying the Yamanano Brahma Dragon died inside the Heavenly Azure Dragon,” the eyes of the Divine Tyrannosaurus narrowed with realization.

“Yes, the Mortal Realm is not like the Spirit Realm—a newly ascended Immortal daring to challenge the Heavenly Azure Dragon is akin to courting death,” Olivia said.

Hearing the secrets concerning the three realms, there was no look of surprise in the eyes of the Divine Tyrannosaurus.

“How shall we handle the matter of the alliance of the four nations?”

“Postpone it,” Olivia turned her head towards the direction of the World Tree.

“The doors to the Spiritual Realm are about to open, our Human race needs to conserve strength. The divine artifacts that were in the claws of the Yamanano Brahma Dragon are gone, I do not wish to rashly face this generation’s Azure Dragon Envoy.”

“Have Sofia return as soon as possible, we need to deal quickly with the Deep Sea Dead Cow that’s entrenched in the Kepa Archipelago.”

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise appeared in the eyes of the Divine Tyrannosaurus, “Isn’t that too hasty? According to the original plan, the Divine Prison Tyrant Armor still needs another forty-eight years to be forged.”

“The Spiritual Realm gates are opening earlier than expected, and the Immortal Power from the Upper Realm will soon pour into the Mortal Realm; we can’t wait any longer,” Olivia said helplessly.

In the Immortal Power-starved Mortal Realm, the Immortal can also be killed.

But within the Spirit Realm, where Immortal Power is abundant, even a Ninth-Rank Middle Demi-God finds it difficult to kill a new Immortal determined to flee.