Beneath the Red Dragon

"The direction of the world is constructed by the consciousness and actions of all people, but it’s a minority who are the culprits disrupting the world’s rightful path,"

"They not only control the vast majority of the world’s resources and power but also obstruct the correct path of the world. Even so, the sins and consequences of damaging the world are borne by the vast majority who do not hold resources and power!"

The Ancestral Red Dragon softly said, "These few individuals are targets that must be removed, while the vast majority of people are actually narrow-minded and relatively ignorant. They need absolute authority and a relatively correct consciousness to guide them, so that the collective wisdom can travel the right path."

"Ragnar, I hope you will not become one of the few I must eliminate in the end. There will always be those who stand at the top of the world, and this is unavoidable, but they must not become shackles to progress."

The King of Frost Giants, Ragnar, remained silent, quietly watching the silhouette of the Ancestral Red Dragon vanish into the portal shaped by the clouds at the horizon.

On the other side of the portal, a colossal towering tree stood in the center of the space, anchoring the entire barrier-separated space that does not belong to the Icaria World.

A gigantic python coiled and hung from the towering giant tree, seemingly merging with the tree, its massive serpent eyes emitting a black light that seemed to want to swallow Ragnar’s gaze.

Beneath the towering tree, with its trunk like the scales of an Ancient Dragon, stood a young man, full of spirit and sharpness.

The young man suddenly turned his head at the moment the portal opened. His enthralling eyes, as sharp as two Divine Swords, were so piercing that Ragnar could not meet them.

Ragnar silently lowered his head, and when he looked back, the silhouette of the Ancestral Red Dragon had already disappeared.

In the sky, Pikku Little Elf Riven commanded the surrounding Magma Giants and Fire Dwarves to pull the heavily injured and exhausted Frost Giant from the ground, which was harder than Cyan Gang Stone, grumbling, "Big guy, you and Karon broke what we worked so hard to build; you have to compensate us!"

Ragnar smiled bitterly and said in a low voice, "This Legendary Battleaxe is a treasure handed down by the Frost Giants over thousands of years; I cannot give it to you. I don’t have much wealth on me to compensate for your losses."

"That’s okay," Little Elf Riven said with a mischievous grin, "Your strength is far greater than these clumsy guys. I happen to want to make a life-sized statue of Karon, as magnificent and strong as him; you’re the perfect labor for the job..."

In the separate space opened by World Tree Ovo, connected and reliant on the space of the Icaria World, yet not interfering with each other, it’s like different dimensional spaces overlapping at the same position, seemingly intersecting but actually parallel, each unaffected by the other.

This is the natural talent of the World Tree, and in some ancient myths of certain races, the persona of the World Tree is also divine, possessing incredible power.

Although World Tree Ovo is still a young sapling reaching several thousand meters tall, it has already begun to showcase this ability.

This vast space can only be entered with the permission of World Tree Ovo, or by utilizing some extremely unique abilities.

The captivating-eyed youth, upon Karon’s arrival, transformed into an invisible force and returned to Karon’s true form.

A gigantic shadow of a World Tree formed by innumerable densely interwoven projections appeared in Karon’s pupils, though there were some gaps in the projection in Karon’s pupils, and other areas were entirely composed of dense shadows, with no trace of other forces flowing.

"Wisdom brings power, and with wisdom, I can learn the power I want to possess," Karon softly said as his massive dragon claw gently caressed the giant trunk of World Tree Ovo, speaking gently, "Ovo, your power, even compared to some ancient knowledge passed down from the Magic Empire, is no match for the complexity and intricacy deconstructed from your knowledge."

"Dad, you’re already amazing," World Tree Ovo said in a cheerful voice while shaking its massive canopy, "Even I can only use this power instinctively. I can’t quite figure out what my power truly is. If I were as smart as Dad, maybe I could become even stronger!"

At that moment, Titan Dragon Python Haninek lowered its huge head, gently nudging Karon’s massive dragon claw, and softly complained, "Dad, Grinek sneaked out again and has been gone for a long time. It hasn’t been switching turns with me for standby; when it comes back, you have to give it a good lesson."

Karon laughed, "It’s okay, Hani, it’s seeking greater power, which is its goal. However, sometimes some creatures fail to realize that what they pursue is already right in front of them."

"Hani, you will surpass it in the future. When it returns, you can beat it up harshly; this is the authority I give you!"

"Okay, Dad," Haninek’s huge body suddenly shrank into a small form, like a plump little serpent coiled on the shoulder of the Ancestral Red Dragon.

The plump little snakelet raised its head, flicking out a pink tongue, and whispered, "Dad, the dragon eggs buried here, I’ve already sensed their consciousness emerging. Aren’t they about to hatch, just like how Grinek and I once did!"

Karon’s gigantic head swayed as he looked at the densely packed dragon eggs buried beneath the roots of World Tree Ovo.