Beneath the Red Dragon

Karon turned around, looked into Bo Rong’s calm eyes, and said softly, "What are you hoping for? Hoping that I will join you in hunting gods, or hoping to use my power to break its hold on you, making you a complete and independent individual?"

Bo Rong’s eyes, as deep as a well, suddenly rippled, a gale sweeping over the calm waves, and streams of information flowed through his pupils like data.

In that moment, all of this data was completely destroyed by an invisible force, and even the waves carrying this information in the air were thoroughly erased from this world by the same invisible force.

After a long silence, Bo Rong took a deep breath and said in a muffled voice, "As an emperor, there’s no need to be so narrow-minded. I was just curious and wanted to test you a little,"

"If you mess around again, our cooperation is off!"

Karon placed his hand on Bo Rong’s shoulder and laughed heartily, "How could that be, listen, among the many citizens of the empire, who doesn’t praise my broad-mindedness? I, Karon Gogomola, never hold grudges,"

Karon said with a mischievous smile, "Moreover, we are closest and dearest allies, earlier was just my quick tongue. You know, I’m just a Red Dragon!"

Bo Rong thought that if he were to spend a long time with this rogue Giant Dragon, his own humanity would surely become much richer.

But perhaps one day, he might develop an ailment similar to intracranial hypertension, with drawbacks far outweighing the benefits.

Thus, Bo Rong decided he couldn’t be bothered to test and argue with this Red Dragon anymore. He asked calmly, "What item are you trading this time? I have urgent matters, I forgot to close the door when I left earlier, and I need to hurry back."

Karon wasn’t moved by the cold joke. He rubbed his fingers and said, "Nothing much, just need you to provide a special garden coordinate. I have an idea, two experiments, three or four types of materials..."

Bo Rong impatiently tossed out a large orb of light, containing many detailed coordinates floating within.

"Take it, take it. You didn’t used to like visiting my garden anyway. Here are all the safe coordinates I control. Just remember not to mess up my garden."

Karon joyfully accepted these coordinates. Although he had no excessive trust in the Alien God, with the reference of these coordinate systems, his research on the World Tree Ovo also gained much added value.

Sigh,

Bo Rong couldn’t wait to fly to the edge of the Dragon Court and transformed back into a timely Spine Beast.

Only his final words echoed in Karon’s ear, "Do not attempt to directly probe its power, it would alert it, and you won’t gain any useful information."

Karon waved his hand, raising his voice, "Don’t worry, don’t worry. We are closest and dearest allies, I won’t mess around."

"Not directly, that means indirect methods are allowed," Karon muttered as he strolled leisurely into his studio.

...

Dragon Descendant Cranris stood quietly in front of the towering castle, the surroundings were silent, all shrouded by clouds and mist.

Even the wide White Jade Tier beneath his feet, paved with the same water-resistant stone, was veiled in thick mist, as if in a mysterious forest secret realm.

An indescribable aura approached from afar, accompanied by heavy footsteps,

Thump, thump, thump,

An iron-cast Storm Giant stepped out of the clouds, holding a black Steel Fork as if forged from meteorite gold of the Star Realm, with fine metallic sparkles entwining around the massive weapon like lightning from the heavens.

Dragon Descendant Cranris couldn’t help but lower his head slightly.

The Storm Giant, a creature often spoken of in legends among the populace of the empire, allegedly loyal servants of the Emperor of the Imperial Karon Gogomola, always guarding the emperor’s throne.

Cranris bowed not only for the power of the Storm Giant but also for its status.

"Cranris?" The tall giant’s eyes held fine electric-like patterns, as it asked. The massive Steel Fork lightly tapped on the hard stone slab, creating a metallic whistle, making Cranris feel his hair slightly tingling.

"Yes, my lord!" Cranris quickly raised his head slightly, seeing the Storm Giant’s robust arm, on which scales of a giant dragon grew. The scales were pale red, dense and vast, indestructible.

"This is His Majesty’s decree, take it, head north all the way until you see the first city on the prairie. Find the master of the city, and hand His Majesty’s decree to him!"

"Your purpose, His Majesty already knows. If you follow the instructions, you’ll naturally achieve your desires!"

The Storm Giant handed the decree to the Dragon Descendant, turned, and disappeared into the dense fog without saying another word.

"Yes!"

Cranris lifted his head, the entire castle had become invisible, as if deep within a forest pathless and unknown.

But the fog in Cranris’s heart was as heavy and profound as the mist covering the mountain peak, making it impossible to discern the direction of the future.