My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit-Chapter 238 - 224: The Fate of the Forsaken Clan

Even the identity of this "Primordial Dragon" felt strange to her. Why had she been unaware of this entity for days, yet as soon as she shook this Xue Dili into place, the entire world seemed to change?

And soon, things moved forward with unexpected efficiency in her mind. On Olivia's first day infiltrating the Dragon Race, she was granted an audience with the Violent Dragon God, accompanied by two other "King Candidates" from their cohort.

Unlike her sudden intrusion through some "Primordial Dragon" identity, the other two were candidates from prominent families—individuals she could deduce from her past intelligence.

As a result, she was actually more familiar with those two, needing only to know that they essentially represented the two major factions of the Dragon Race.

However, their so-called family and status were utterly insignificant when facing the "Violent Dragon God," possibly even becoming a disadvantage in the selection process.

The societal structure of the Dragon Race was bizarre, somewhat resembling that of a Religious Country. The Violent Dragon God was the supreme "God," and beneath him, all dragons were equal, regardless of their species.

These so-called families were more akin to a bond formed between a few relatively intelligent elder dragons—like those wealthy merchant families in a Religious Country—yet irrespective of how much they donate, their sons have no advantage in becoming the Pope.

Atop the Holy Mountain, the ancient Bronze Gate slowly opened, and they saw a middle-aged man seated upon the Bronze Throne.

Unlike those "dragon people" outside, who bore significant reptilian characteristics, this Violent Dragon God seemed less a dragon and more like a pure-blooded "human." However, when he raised his head, his eyes resembled reptilian vertical pupils that seemed to emit a hopeful light.

What kind of gaze was that? Olivia couldn't describe it. His eyes seemed to flow with lava, embodying power and authority, like someone immensely lonely and trapped in a desert. In his pupils, there were only himself, the world, and ants.

Even now, she still felt it was too easy to come into contact with the "Violent Dragon God" of the world, almost effortlessly, to the point it felt abnormal.

Everything seemed to have a price tag at this moment, causing her to hesitate, wondering whether to prepare to shake Xue Dili at any time and directly engage in a mixed doubles battle against the Violent Dragon God right here.

No matter the Violent Dragon God's purpose, as long as she kept beating him, she could eventually pry his mouth open.

Yet she hesitated at the Violent Dragon God's strength; it would be amusing if they couldn't win even after shaking Xue Dili over. Thus, she prepared an emergency contact device and even considered being honest and activating it to summon many seniors for support.

But the Violent Dragon God did not act as she imagined. He merely stood up and said, "Follow me."

Without putting them through any trials, the magnificent ancient palace exuded endless loneliness and desolation. At that moment, the three of them abandoned any thoughts of "competition," instead beginning to feel nervous.

Though each grew nervous for entirely different reasons.

The Violent Dragon God led them to the back of the palace, where the bronze gate slowly rose, alive with the carved dragon heads upon it, their scarlet pupils staring down at them, making each King Candidate Dragon feel their body stiffen.

"Lord Violent Dragon God, what trials do we need to undergo?" one dragon couldn't help but ask.

And Olivia immediately perked up. She was also curious, as this Violent Dragon God basically hadn't spoken much, conducted any probing or trials, and seemed like a stagnant ulcer waiting for them to be automatically chosen.

Or perhaps, it was irrelevant to him who was chosen; he was simply performing his routine duties.

"You all will observe the secrets of the Dragon Race. After witnessing them, a genuine successor among you will naturally emerge." The Violent Dragon God was neither brutal nor callous as rumor would have it; instead, he straightforwardly stated.

Then, as they stepped into the room filled with barriers, Olivia immediately felt herself plunge into an Illusion Realm.

What she saw was no longer the room but countless Giant Dragons spiraling around the world, tearing at it, as desiccated bones littered the plains. From the corpse-laden bone heaps emerged endless Giant Beasts, spreading their membranous wings and descending from the skies, angrily and fiercely, to expel dragon breath solely for the final strike against the "enemy."

Then, dragon blood sprinkled the sky, their bodies fell like kites with broken strings, shattering to pieces and becoming part of this skeletal earth.

On this battlefield, it seemed as if countless dragons died every moment. Their blood soaked the ground, their faces, their blood, their torn bodies, and shredded wings circled in an endless, recurring nightmare.

Every moment, more dragons climbed out from the pile of corpses, launching suicidal attacks against the enemy before transforming into twisted, incomplete fragments of meat.

Olivia's mind echoed uncomprehending bewilderment—why was she witnessing such a scene?

On this battlefield, each dragon's strength did not fall below her own. Yet, why did so many dragons exist who couldn't defeat this enemy? Who exactly was it?

She was puzzled, confused, raising her head, with clear eyes gazing upon an entity infused with dragon blood, the "World Consciousness"!

She was certain, that was the World Consciousness!

However, now, this World Consciousness seemed utterly devoid of vitality, only capable of instinctively counterattacking. Moment by moment, dragons born from this battlefield of towering corpse mountains launched attacks against it, but soon those dragons were effortlessly torn apart by it.

The blood and shattered flesh keep piling up here, covering the land layer upon layer, and amidst this earth, the newly born Dragon Race are as endless as bamboo shoots after a rain. They seem to be unleashing infinite fury upon the world, with dragon roars and dragon blood becoming the main theme of this world.

And the world, it has stopped thinking... Olivia can feel that the World Consciousness has become an empty shell, seemingly completely soaked by dragon blood, now left only with instinctive counterattacks.

If these instinctive counterattacks disappear, endless giant dragons would swarm up and tear it apart...

Seeing this, she already understood the Dragon Race's purpose!

It is to seize the world's power!

No, it can't be said to seize World Consciousness, they are like the most insane, reckless madmen, initiating suicidal attacks upon the world with endless life and numbers like ants biting an elephant, every dragon exerting all its strength just to launch even a tiny insignificant attack on the world before dying.

Even if it only splashes a drop of its blood onto the World Consciousness, for them, it already makes death worth the price.

This is no longer seizing the world's power, but blatant robbery!

If indeed so, then on this battlefield, unknown to anyone, the Dragon Race and World Consciousness have been engaged in a three-thousand-year-long tug of war, this prolonged war and ritual entirely constructing the history of the Dragon Race in this world.

And now, they are almost about to succeed, as the world's consciousness no longer persists, only instinctive counterattacks remain, and even the dragons seem to have sounded the horn of victory, attacking the world even more vigorously with their bodies.

Olivia just feels a chill in her heart, they arrived too late, if her guess is really correct, then they are too late now!

The Dragon Race has already seized a vast majority of the world's power, what they face is no longer an extraordinary race, but half the World Consciousness!

Especially as they are still fighting on the native soil with half the World Consciousness.

The next moment, the scene before her gradually dissipated, she seemed to return to that Bronze Hall, surrounded by two other King Candidates who entered with her, and the "Violent Dragon God."

"Ah ah ah ah, hm ah ah!" One of the King Candidates seemed insane, no one knew what he had seen. At this moment, he frantically tore at his face, pulling off his scales bit by bit, his whole face seemed shredded, and he ran outside hysterically like a madman.

And the other was not much better, his entire dragon body at this moment raised its spine, no longer maintaining a human form but emergency response like a Thorny Dragon.

Finally, the Violent Dragon God looked at her but instead smiled.

"You have seen everything, the destiny of the Dragon Race." The Violent Dragon God seemed quite satisfied with her calm reaction.

Even up to now, she should be the only King Candidate to have completed the qualifying competition.

Olivia opened her mouth, but she did not know what to ask, or even whether she had been exposed...

Though confident in her Transformation Technique, after seeing the battlefield filled with billions of giant dragon corpses, she wasn't feeling confident.

The only thing she could rely on was another insurance, the Treasure called "Faceless Mask" given by younger generations.

She looked up and saw the mural of this Bronze Hall; the paintings are actually the illusion she previously saw, the long-lasting slaughter between the giant dragons and World Consciousness.

And Violent Dragon God just slowly turned his back and said: "You have seen it too, this is the true 'Violent Dragon God,' the final destination of every previous Dragon God is this battlefield."

He looked at the mural, as if he had long known his end: "After you succeed, I will join this battlefield, fighting the enemy in endless reincarnation until my will is completely crushed into powder, becoming the purest 'dragon soul' that knows nothing but fighting, this is our fate."

"This is the fate of us, the forsaken race."

Violent Dragon God's tone was very calm, he slowly closed his eyes at that moment, and when he opened them again, the entire darkness of the Bronze Hall seemed illuminated by his burning pupils, looking down at the world like flowing lava, scanning this hellish battlefield.

Face as frozen, yet sitting atop the world, power and might merged at this moment, Olivia saw the part of world's power coming from this "Violent Dragon God"...

Only now did she understand, the so-called Violent Dragon God is not just a single dragon, but an aggregate of all the "Dragon Kings" from over three thousand years ago, it's an entire land covered with corpses and dragon blood.

"Time is running out, for me and for you." The Violent Dragon God said, his pupils seemingly igniting himself.

In Olivia's perception, the Violent Dragon God before her, absolutely above the quasi-5th Tier, but his life was like a candle in the wind.

But at this time, you, this Dragon King, still speaking riddles?