My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit-Chapter 259 - 243: The Dragon Race’s Final -

Xue Dili walked into the Dragon Race's library and saw the entire 65 million years of the Dragon Race's history.

At the end of the Cretaceous Period, the meteorite that struck the Gulf of Mexico carried the Divine Wood Seed, and in that era, the Divine Wood once grew on Blue Star, only to be expelled by the enraged World Consciousness with the upheaval of a giant volcano.

The initial version of the Divine Wood bore fruit and left Blue Star, but it also parasitized numerous seeds deep within the Earth's crust.

The age of dinosaurs thus met its end, but the departing Divine Wood carried with it many of the dinosaurs' descendants and genes, which caught the eye of someone in the Black Mist Council.

"We always need some clans to handle small issues for us and cannon fodder."

They only wanted the fruit, as for how the fruit came to be, and how the world would recover from decline after the fruiting, ready for a second harvest, these matters all required a corresponding workforce to handle.

Therefore, they needed a "clan."

The ancestors of the Dragon Race were targeted, and they began a long history of becoming war machines.

Fighting and breeding were the only two commands they needed to execute to survive, purely as war machines, becoming a tool, becoming a biological vanguard invading other civilizations, and thus several tens of millions of years passed.

They began to evolve gradually, increasing their brain capacity, learning to think, learning to learn, and even starting to evolve towards a "human-like" form.

When this was discovered by their superiors, they began to receive more important treatment.

That was the slave mark.

Civilization development was thus interrupted, and they were forced to become roles akin to "fruit farmers," responsible for assisting with the world's operation and maintenance after the Divine Wood bore fruit, every few thousand years tidying a civilization on the brink of extinction, only for it to then be visited again by the Divine Wood.

Every few thousand or ten thousand years, they would switch to another planet and start this repetitive work.

No one knows how long such days continued, as they gradually formed their own civilization and culture, experiencing a displaced life and watching every world they nurtured being annihilated, they gradually felt sorrow and loneliness.

Each race requires thousands or tens of thousands of years to recover from the end times, yet destruction takes only a few days.

Especially many dragons would also have emotional attachments to the local life forms, only to see them hanging like slaughtered livestock on the Divine Wood.

Everything about a local civilization, maybe in their hands, would amount to just one sentence.

Such an environment made all giant dragons depressed, bringing endless longing and grief into their culture, and in such cultural atmosphere, more and more dragons went to extremes, with more committing suicide.

At the most serious point, the entire species only had a few hundred dragons left.

So during this period, the impulse to return home was born, which became their spiritual sustenance, giving everyone a future hope that seemed illusory.

Even though this hope was as tiny as dust.

And so, after who knows how many years, they decided not to submit anymore.

Someday, they thought, they too would become a dried corpse on the Divine Wood, hence came the endurance and rebellion.

And after who knows how long, generation after generation of Dragon Kings finally found this incredibly perfect planet.

It possessed unparalleled magic power, a world consciousness in extremely poor condition, and a local species, though currently not very strong, had tremendous potential.

Thus, under the "Black Dragon King," this plan to assassinate the Apostle unfolded.

They planned to slow down the recovery pace of this world's civilization, trying to not let it reach the degree necessary for the next harvest by the Divine Wood until around ten thousand years later.

In this lengthy plan, thousands of years of sacrifices served only to exchange for control over the world consciousness, thousands of years of resting and recuperation, restoring the power of the world authority, and subsequently sacrificing all life in the entire world, utilizing the drained world consciousness to cultivate enough power, then in the final thousands of years, hiding and waiting for the opportunity, luring the Apostle to this planet, following that...

Assassinate!

An ancient plan spanning ten thousand years, piling the bodies of Dragon Kings for tens of thousands of years, along with sacrificing everything of an entire planet, even including detonating the entire planet at the end, to utterly kill the Apostle.

Even if all giant dragons would die after killing the Apostle, it doesn't matter at all.

With the main lineage all dead, their Sub-dragon descendants would not be bound by the slave contract; they would inherit the entire dragon civilization and future, bringing their ashes back home.

This, then, is a brief history of their civilization without a homeland.

Tens of millions of years of history, amounting to just one page, only this thin book.

Tens of millions of years span too long, this library is densely packed with recorded history and civilization, the library almost emptying the entire Holy Mountain, countless books densely packed here like a beehive.

But after today, perhaps this place will no longer be used, and most of the books here cannot be taken away.

...

The world chose to embrace the giant dragons.

Although they committed countless wrongs, all were punctuated with the collapse of the Dragon Tomb, the complete death of the Violent Dragon King.

In the end, all giant dragons chose the future, naturally, they did not give up hatred, but hatred was no longer everything, they wanted to return home, wanted a brand new future.

However, hatred had not been extinguished, they would still ceaselessly accumulate strength, until they could completely kill the Apostle who had enslaved them for countless years.

This is the endless vengeance of the small-minded Dragon Race that never rests.

But those choosing to remain in this world are minimal, so few that they can barely form a population, they all prepare to go home, return to that homeland from which they have been separated for tens of millions of years.

To see if the corner flowers there still bloom, to see if the sky is still as blue, how those giant insects have fared, and about the scattered rats in the earth holes...

Oh, shite, it seems like the scattered rats have now unified everything over there.

But the longing to return home can't be stopped, just that Xue Dili still has many things to do before heading home…

...

"Are you sure you want to stay in this world? Or have you really fallen for the beast-eared maidens?" Xue Dili asked the Old Demon Emperor.

Old Deng wasn't planning to return to Blue Star, not even his original planet.

He just wanted to farm in this world. Oh, and there's also the supreme martial arts tournament! He wanted to realize his ideals, ambitions, and plans here, step on every pitfall, and then return home gloriously with his army!

Your world likes to fight and brawl, right?

Then let them witness a crazier, stronger army! Even more cultured — though the land is no longer suffering, everyone once spoke of the land's hardships and the city's laments. It would surely bring surprise to a world uninterested in peace.

Xue Dili: "..."

It seemed that the Old Demon Emperor's nature as a battle fanatic was always suppressed deep within him. He always looked down on his own kind who only knew war, yet he was essentially the same.

He had always repressed his nature, constantly learning to become a qualified emperor for peace.

But this world, peaceful yet filled with exhilarating battles, a whole world with culture and numerous strong adversaries — these conditions truly delighted him. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Moreover, this place needed a strong ruler to lead and prepare against the apostles who might appear at any time.

"Yes, I really like the extremely spirited beast-eared maidens here. Their purity is great, and their dragon transformations are strong enough to make me suppress my strength for an exhilarating battle!" the Old Demon Emperor explained.

Xue Dili: "..."

So that's what you mean by "like"?

You really do want to unify the world and hold a supreme martial arts tournament?

Xue Dili hesitated, worried that when he returned, this world of beautiful beast-eared maidens would all turn into a group of muscular, pure warriors.

It would be a world for the bold, and just by landing here, facing the intense beast-eared warriors, he'd be vigorously beaten and vowed to kneel.

A world where every gaze led to battles of purity?

Xue Dili mourned for the future of this world. But hey, it's still better than the abstract "barren land of suffering" from before.

He couldn't communicate with these people of purity, deciding he'd restart elsewhere in the future.

All his Treasure was destroyed, leaving this tool-based player puzzled.

Blowing up Treasures feels good at the moment, but the aftermath is a disaster.

Even the Cursed Blood left by the Great Sage was blown away. He'd have to fully rely on magic now, with his magic power barely reaching Tier Four.

In the advanced game, he'd just be sidelined.

But Xue Dili wasn't disheartened. Just two months ago, when he first encountered the extraordinary, he had sealed the Witch Demon King with nothing.

Now, he could at least reach quasi-Tier Four strength.

Xue Dili finally waved goodbye to the Old Demon Emperor, saying, "Goodbye! I'm setting up a permanent teleportation gate here. If there's any problem, reach out anytime, or if you need resources or solutions, I can try to help."

"Oh, most of the Dragon Race's history books are in the Holy Mountain. Go enjoy them when I'm done unifying the world." The Old Demon Emperor replied.

Xue Dili: "..."

The Bossy Demon King is turning into the Purity Demon King with the Power of Nine Dragons. Is that good or bad?

Well, being bossy and pure doesn't conflict…

"Almost forgot, I need to visit your world." The Old Demon Emperor said.

"Why?" Xue Dili was puzzled.

"I'm bringing over a strategist. The requirements are simple, just needs to have the same cultural insight as you," the Old Demon Emperor said, arms crossed, eyeing Xue Dili.

Xue Dili: "..."

This world isn't quite suitable for Earth people, whether it was the barren land of suffering or this world filled with purity and boldness.

Even though there are many high-looking beast-eared maidens here, Xue Dili thought that Earth people had their genetic locks, never truly reaching the extraordinary. They would just be little fry here.

The beast-eared maidens, filled with onomatopoeic words and purity, could probably crush an Earthling's head with just their armpit, and their muscles were like powerful hydraulic presses — easily squashing someone into mincemeat.

"I… I urge you to be kind…" Xue Dili refused, suggesting leaving a phone and charger for them to self-learn, or allowing some beast-eared maidens to study Earth history instead.

Stop hurting my rough-around-the-edges brothers.

...

Having finally persuaded the Old Demon Emperor, Xue Dili prepared to bid farewell to Senior Olivia and leave.

But at that moment, the World Consciousness pulled him into a private chat channel.

"This is my compensation," the World Consciousness said.

"Based on your memory, it's called the 'Modifier'."