Chapter 323: Chapter 199: Shell - The Knowledge-seeking Primordial Hermit_1
[The commotion from outside the cave grows louder, with the mournful wailing of massive dragons echoing in your ears...]
[You carefully observe the throne before you and suddenly realize that something seems to be hidden behind it.]
[Quickly, you stride towards the massive throne...]
[Behind it pile the decayed corpses of numerous dragons—a nauseating stench emanates from these bodies.]
[Some dragon corpses have turned to bones, while others still have some unrotted flesh.]
[What’s chilling is that all dragon corpses show varying degrees of mutations—either extra limbs or abnormal deformities.]
[But all the corpses share one characteristic—they are covered in countless eyes!]
[Some corpses even maintain their eyes wide open after death, all you see in their blood-red dragon eyes is endless insanity...]
[Comparing several decayed corpses, what comes together in your mind is not the form of the ’Black Disaster Dragon,’ but the form of the ’Ancient Primordial Dark Dragon.’]
[But these corpses are too small, not even as large as the young dragons you’ve seen in the ’Dark Dragon Knight’s’ memory.]
[Piled into a small hill, the dragon corpses continuously secrete a black, rotting liquid.]
[The stinking rotten water seeps into the ground, making the embedded ores in the rock walls even shinier.]
[You realize that the Dragon Nest is nourished by the residual bloodline power from these dead dragons and the whole Hermit Valley benefits from this.]
[Dragon corpses are piled up against the rock wall, and you suddenly glimpse through the gaps that the wall is not what you had anticipated, but a hidden paradise.]
[This place seems not to have reached the end of the cave, and the mountain of corpses is blocking the space behind it...]
[Do you want to climb the pile of corpses and crawl into the concealed space?]
Lin Xun squints his eyes, having a premonition.
Many ’Dark Dragon’ corpses lie behind the throne, and these corpses not only nourish the Dragon Nest but also conceal the deepest secret of the cave.
[Ignoring the nauseating stench from the corpses, you scramble up the pile of the dead...]
[Inevitably, you touch the rotten water seeping from the corpses. The black dragon flame surrounding you burns fiercely and sizzles every time it touches the rotting water.]
[As the rotten water steams, the flame waves of ’Black Disaster Dragon’s Breath’ rapidly decays and dims.]
[You sense danger and carefully avoid the rotting water during your climb...]
[You crawl into the space behind the dragon corpses, and it’s still a cave tunnel here.]
[Numerous dragon corpses scattered inside the huge tunnel are all the ’Dark Dragons’ in their juvenile form.]
[As you continue along the tunnel, the intimidating dragon aura gradually weakens.]
[But the smell of decay becomes stronger and stronger. You cannot help retching from time to time. If it weren’t for the baptism from the mountain of corpses, you wouldn’t be able to endure it now.]
[You struggle forward, finally reaching the end of the cave...]
[Rotten black water has formed a river, submerging your ankles, and the surrounding ’Black Disaster Dragon’s Breath’ becomes even dimmer.]
[A massive mountain of flesh occupies your entire field of vision, all you can see is the rotting and foul-smelling flesh...]
[The Flesh Mountain stands on countless misshapen dragon corpses. As it squirms, it engulfs the broken dragon corpses into its flesh, and then expels a fresh, yet still deformed, baby dragon.]
[The newborn dragon is covered in dark, sticky liquid. It swings its deformed limbs, raises its neck high, and opens its jaw wide as if it is attempting to roar madly...]
[But soon, it weakly lowers its head, the life in its many eyes extinguishes, making it just another member of the dead dragons.]
[You look at the squirming Flesh Mountain, a chill runs from the soles of your feet up to your skull.]
[You have found the ’Primordial Hermit—Ancient Black Dragon’!]
[Your abrupt appearance seems to have caught the attention of the Flesh Mountain. It stops absorbing the deformed dragon corpses and stops spawning children who die soon after birth.]
[The Flesh Mountain stops squirming, an aged and kind voice echoes in the cave...]
[Child, come closer.]
[Your feeble body can no longer charge into battle. Return your bloodline power to me, and I shall grant you a new life...]
[Do you want to obey and approach the ’Primordial Hermit—Ancient Black Dragon’?]
Lin Xun couldn’t believe that the decaying Flesh Mountain before him was the ancestor of all Black Dragons, the ancestor of the legendary hermit.
Broken-horned Sharu’s memories surface... "To not waste these precious bloodline powers and continue contributing to the divine battle, the ancestors could only consume their offspring’s remains to recover some of their power. But the most horrible part is not this. It’s incessantly giving birth to offspring, frequently feasting upon them, which leads to a terrifying ’Chaos.’"
The Primordial Hermit has gone mad because of the ’Chaos’.
According to the contents of the memory, ’Almighty True Knowledge’ has also fallen into madness due to ’Chaos’.
However, the Primordial Hermit went mad due to the ’Chaos’ caused by cannibalizing its offspring. So where did the ’Chaos’ that drove ’Almighty True Knowledge’ mad, come from?
Lin Xun feels terrified when he dwells on it, and thus, has not taken any action.
[While you hesitate, the silent call of the bloodline power compels you to walk uncontrollably towards the Flesh Mountain...]
Blast it!
With a burst of sensation, Lin Xun wants to press the ’No’ option and stop moving forward.
However, his body, the Shell, is no longer under his control and strides directly towards the Primordial Hermit.
