My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit-Chapter 253 - 239: Welcome Home, Dragon Race

At this moment, the old Demon Emperor finally unleashed the battle frenzy imprinted in his very bones. It seemed everyone had forgotten that he was born in the War Frenzy World, but he was the one who most desired peace in that world.

Yet he hoped even more that in a world of peace, he could still enjoy a good fight with people!

"Everyone, our instincts are telling us to flee, but at this moment, what should we choose?" he shouted to the people below.

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Beat!"

"Yes, precisely beat, rely on our purity to beat with all our might. If our instincts don't obey, then use even greater purity and strength to beat them until they do." The old Demon Emperor revealed his view on the essence of this world where all abstract concepts had become concrete.

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

"Sage words! Sage words indeed!"

Below, whether it was the mature male sub-humans, or the graceful beast-eared maidens and the little Nanliang, all let out strange shouts and cries, as if they were unleashing all the sufferings they had endured.

All the past sufferings and struggling wails were exploding with each cry of "Fight!"

Just a few days ago, there were only a hundred people standing to assist the old Demon Emperor, but now, more than five hundred purity warriors were bound to bring great surprise to the approaching calamity.

"Roar!" In the distance, the Frost Dragon and the Calamity Dragon stepped forward, under the moonlight, terrifying animated words floated around their bodies, as if there is a BGM surrounding the giant dragons.

But now, this didn't shake anyone's faith or purity.

When the eighty-meter-tall Blood Giant Dragon appeared behind the old Demon Emperor, he even felt that the power at the quasi-5th Tier, the conventional upper limit of living beings, was subtly loosening for him.

Could this damn barrier be something one could break through just by constantly beating it?

Then, wait until after the victory for the World's First Martial Arts Tournament he would organize, and seize the chance to continually beat the power barrier and make a breakthrough to the 5th Tier!

"Roar!" 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Following the release of the old Demon Emperor's Blood Giant Dragon, giant dragons, terrifying beyond compare, appeared at the previously tumor-ridden spots representing each individual's suffering and torment.

They stood behind the Blood Giant Dragon, each tens of meters tall, each with its own unique skills, with the Blood Giant Dragon leading the charge, and then countless giant dragons all charging forward, towards the enemy.

An earth-shattering battle unfolded, numerous local natives who had not adapted to the world and were not purity warriors looked at this stunning battle, watching the purest and most violent dragon-on-dragon carnage, feeling something inexplicable shattering within themselves.

"Doctor, doctor, it's very dangerous here, hurry and leave!"

"Don't stop me, croak! Amazing, amazing! To witness such an earth-shattering battle, to see so many purity warriors up close, to see the fight among the world's strongest even if dead, it would still be worth the ticket!"

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At the same time, Olivia equipped with 100% Earth Goods purity from Xue Dili arrived at the Holy Mountain.

This time, she didn't even transform into the Dragon Race, but appeared in her true form. Behind her, several phantoms seemed to pick up Earth dust jars, Earth dust shotguns, soil grenades, and other bizarre weapons.

The purpose of these weapons wasn't to cause harm, but to forcefully inject Earth dust into the dragons' bodies and lungs at the simplest speed, triggering their homeward impulse.

The giant dragons realized the invader; after all, they were the supreme rulers of this world. Although recently, two phantoms circling with fists appeared behind them constantly, causing many to slack off, watching these phantoms behind them continuously exchange blows.

Originally, their favorite literary activities were also canceled; many homecoming stories and sad essays they wrote in a burst of inspiration were temporarily put aside, as they watched the phantoms behind them exchanging blows nonstop.

In fact, many started finding inspiration from these strange phantoms, beginning to outline their next sad story.

So... the two fist-exchanging phantoms were continuously beating up their once weak selves...

The entire society of the Dragon Race was heavily cloaked in sorrow, similar to the people on that land of suffering.

No, it should be said that because the Dragon Race was filled with such sorrow, after they spread their culture and stories on this land, they conveyed this sorrow to the entire world.

The homeward impulse tormented them every moment, it was the sorrow generated from their instincts.

Influenced by the homeward impulse, and also because they could never return to their ancient home, they transformed this sorrow and longing into their culture. In their stories, everything was about unrequited love, all about dying on the path to fulfilling ideals, all about dying on the path home.

Early stories of returning home had travelers dying just a few hundred meters from their doorstep, with the male protagonist rushing to save his beloved, only to witness her die before his eyes.

These little stories circulated internally among them, tears secretly wiped away in the dark, spreading these tales throughout the world.

So those who kept shouting "Land of Suffering, City's Lament," grew up somewhat affected by the Dragon Race's mournful, emo stories.

In this world, besides parents, the only ones who taught them to read and told them stories were these dragons residing in the sky. They didn't know why the Dragon Race's adults sympathized with them, living at the bottom rung of society.

Perhaps it was merely pity.

But Olivia deeply detested this sadness!

Seeing sad people makes her want to die, she only wished everyone in the cosmos could live happily forever, with the sun still rising and children's smiling faces appearing, this was the landscape she most cherished.

Every time she saw such views, saw children's smiles under the sunlight, she felt life was worth it, that everything she and her old comrades from the Interstellar Corps did was meaningful.

This feeling is ten thousand times more satisfying than any thrill.

"Intruder!" A dragonman instantly transformed, a ten-meter-tall Tyrannosaurus burst into the air, vicious fangs snapping forward.

"Bang!" A shotgun fired a bullet, and in the next moment, billions of tiny particles of Earth's dust turned into dispersed powder under the impact of the shot, entirely entering the Tyrannosaurus's mouth.

And in an instant, the Tyrannosaurus froze, and in the next moment it collapsed to the ground, twitching and struggling, its eyes rolling back.

The dragon race, who were originally immersed in shadowboxing or late-night melancholy music cloud, suddenly heard the alarm blaring across the Holy Mountain.

No matter how much they liked emo tragic stories, they were still the strongest race in the world. When had anyone ever dared to cause trouble on the Holy Mountain?

So in an instant, all the dragons mobilized.

The societal structure of the dragons is akin to that of a Religious Country, but they worship the ancestral Dragon God. The Violent Dragon God is equivalent to an apparition of all ancestral Dragon Gods and will become one of the ancestral dragon souls after stepping down.

Beneath them are the various "elders," akin to bishops in a religious context.

And below are the dragon race members similar to priests, who are also responsible for combat for the entire race.

However, it is not absolute; dragons are born warriors, inherently possessing Tier Two or higher strength. With minimal training, they can reach a Legendary Level others cannot compare to.

And as long as they diligently hone themselves, within their several hundred-year lifespan, they mostly reach Quasi-5th Tier and Tier Four strength.

It can be said their starting point is the endpoint for many other races.

Their strength is undeniable, capable of full militarization, with each dragon able to become a mighty warrior. And now, could it be that some foolhardy soul dares to attack the dragons' base?

Thus, a large number of dragons set out, and as they assembled and exited, they saw several iron-fist rocket launchers pointed directly at them from afar.

"Boom!"

The specially-made iron-fist rocket launchers did not explode before them but air-bursted above them. Countless powders began to disperse in the air with the explosion.

And countless dragons who inhaled even a little of this substance...

In an instant, the homecoming impulse within them, written deep within their DNA, was triggered. It was the primal impulse etched in the depths of their souls by their ancestors to preserve their future generations.

Olivia knew; she had lived here for many days.

She understood that during the times the dragons were enslaved, numerous giant dragons took their own lives. There will always be birds that cannot be caged. When they lost their sky of freedom, they chose death.

And the suicidal impulse of the dragons was even stronger than that of their bird descendants. At its worst, their population dwindled to only about a hundred.

Once enslaved with markings, they would die.

Yet, at this moment, some of their dragon ancestors chose to endure. They did not enslave themselves but instead engraved every dragon with a survival instinct called "homecoming impulse."

This was giving every dragon a hope to live on.

A hope that replaced the death drive, allowing these once-caged birds to survive.

As millions of years passed, this homecoming impulse grew stronger, gradually becoming the core of dragon civilization.

They yearned endlessly for the direction and scent of their homeland.

Because it was their only hope for survival. Only by returning to their homeland could they shed all chains and continue to soar freely under the blue sky.

This, then, was the root of the homegoing impulse.

Thus, countless dragons quietly fled their stations, flying into the unknown cosmic void, hoping to find the way home, the coordinates of their homeland...

But in the end, when the Teleportation Gate connected with them, all they received were corpses.

How many such bodies have they buried in place?

Billions? Or tens of billions?

They no longer knew.

However, today, suddenly, this infinite homegoing impulse was triggered. They widened their eyes, sensing the 100% pure taste in the air, the instinctual scent engraved in their ancestors' souls.

Some wept as soon as they took a single breath, while many of the old dragons frantically grabbed the dust on the ground, pushing it into their mouths, inhaling it at their nostrils, with no care for their ugliness...

But no dragon cared about their image; they laughed madly, tears, saliva, and snot mixing, drool pooling on the ground... like a pack of the maddest lunatics...

And Olivia, gazing at these giant dragons, suddenly sighed and crushed a glass orb in her hand.

An image appeared in the sky over the Holy Mountain; it was Xue Dili simulating the consciousness of Blue Star, gently and softly proclaiming, "I am the Guardian of Earth, dragons, welcome home!"

In an instant, the entire Holy Mountain fell silent.

In the next moment, all the giant dragons cried and laughed, bawling their eyes out, yet unable to suppress the smiles on their lips.

Sixty-five million years of waiting, and at last, Mother remembered them, leading them home.