King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1201 - 1201 1188 Surprises and Accidents

Chapter 1201: Chapter 1188: Surprises and Accidents Chapter 1201: Chapter 1188: Surprises and Accidents When the remnants of a young dragon body, only inches long, fell into his stomach, a blazing flame stream, hot enough to turn everything into scorched earth, erupted, assaulting Muria’s reincarnated dragon body.

The severe pain that seemed like it would tear him apart surged into his brain from all over his body. However, Muria ignored the pain, accepting it as an inevitable price for ascending to greatness.

Although it was just a nominal Dragon King’s shed skin, possessing the demeanor of one who ruled the world but lacking matching power, it was merely considered a legend-level curiosity whose content and quantity had nothing to do with epics or divine beings.

But for Muria, whose reincarnated dragon body had just been born not too long ago, this was a tremendously terrifying surge of energy.

Under the impact of energy from the Dragon King’s shed skin, the originally skeletal dragon wings rapidly grew complete. Black scales densely covered the newly formed membranous wings.

The previously somewhat lean dragon body also rapidly became muscular, like a balloon being quickly inflated. In just a few moments, Muria’s black dragon form was restored.

But the transformation did not stop there. An even more intense metamorphosis continued in the dragon body. Although the power remaining in the dragon corpse did not reach the level of a Dragon King, it was, after all, a remnant of one.

Compared to Muria’s black dragon form, it was a stronger, purer, and higher-ranking force, originating from the primal progenitor. Hence, his dragon form began to regress toward its ancestors.

As far as the knowledge and skills passed down through generations were concerned, the newer were the stronger. However, bloodlines were the complete opposite; the more ancient the bloodline, the stronger it was.

Based on the law of natural balance, powerful species always faced numerous limitations, such as difficulties in reproduction or the weakening of their bloodline over generations.

Therefore, bloodline regression was something that powerful creatures born with innate abilities dreamed of achieving. At this moment, Muria’s dragon body was undergoing this pursuit, which countless dragon-kind creatures had sought all their lives.

But this transformation, capable of altering ordinary dragons’ destinies and futures, caused no sensation in Muria. He was merely using this force to evolve his reincarnated dragon form and to change its structure.

First, it strengthened vital components like the brain and heart, enhancing performance in all activities.

Next, it refined the dragon body’s limbs, wings, and tail, making them more perfect and allowing them to unleash greater power and deadliness in battle.

Finally, the scales and bony shell on the body’s surface were further strengthened, enhancing their durability and elasticity, giving them stronger defense and resistance to pressure.

After Muria had utilized the power of the Dragon King’s remnants to enhance his reincarnated dragon body, a majestic black dragon with a slender form and symmetrically muscular limbs that did not lack burst power appeared in the vast underground plaza.

In his radiant golden pupils, it seemed as though thunder and fire sparkled. On his body, although the scales were still black, the edges of each scale shimmered faintly with crimson gold, much like the glow emanating from the cracks in obsidian where lava seeped through.

“According to this world’s Dragon Race lineage, my dragon form should originate from the King of Wind, but what I just swallowed was the remnant of the King of Fire,” Muria said.

Muria moved his dragon body, feeling no significant change in its size after this evolution, but his strength had doubled, making it equivalent to scaling from just entering Gold Rank to the peak of Gold Rank, according to Elasia’s calculations.

Just one more step, and he would be at the Soul Intent Level, capable of easily causing natural disasters. This was a barrier that many creatures could never overcome in their lifetime, but for Muria, it was merely an accumulation of power.

“Let’s see, what else there is to eat,” he said, turning his dragon head and looking around what was clearly a forbidden vault.

While the defense of this spacious underground plaza was extremely strict, with every nook bearing spells to shield against external perception and detection, and even the entrance equipped with a massive bronze door that seemed to be excavated from nowhere,

such defenses, to Muria, were merely a joke. In his youth, he had learned how to decode defensive arrays. Although the spell system of this world was different, all laws converge to one; with just a bit of study, he could easily breach the extraordinary defenses here.

Sniff~

The black dragon lowered his head and eyed a two-handed great sword stained with black-red rust, his gaze indifferent. He lowered his head, then bit the great sword

Click~

A crisp sound of metal shattering filled the air, followed by the grating sound of metal scraping against metal, and finally, the sound of swallowing.

However, the quiet atmosphere did not last long. The sound of metal breaking and scraping against each other echoed again… these sounds continuously reverberated through the vast underground space.

Not much later, the quiet atmosphere finally returned to the dim underground plaza. The space, originally filled with various extraordinary items related to dragons, suddenly became much emptier than before.

Most of the items had entered the stomach of the black dragon, who now had a noticeably larger body and was choosing from the remaining items in the plaza that were still edible.

Although he could eat these things completely, for Dragonkind, most materials in the world, including dirt, could become food.

The higher the life form, the thicker its menu: whenever there was bodily damage or a need for replenishment, food could be found without spending too much time.

On the other hand, picky eaters or creatures with specific dietary needs easily disappeared over the ages—a minor environmental or climate change could drive them to extinction.

“This thing has been left out too long; it’s almost turning into sawdust.” The black dragon, now ten meters long, picked up a piece of dead wood and, feeling the scant life force within, thought for a moment, then bit the wood gently and sucked lightly, as pale wooden chips fell from his mouth.

“Vengeful Spirits?”

The majestic black dragon scrutinized the blonde doll that looked indistinguishable from a real human. At the dragon’s gaze, the doll’s body began trembling involuntarily, possessing its own spiritual intelligence.

“Tsk!”

The black dragon snorted disdainfully, a spark of crimson fire shooting from his nostrils, “Although I can eat anything, I won’t touch some trash with a bad taste when I’m already full.”

After speaking, the more streamlined tail that had developed from evolution sprung out from behind the black dragon and sent the doll flying in front of him.

The humanoid doll, shaped like a youthful and beautiful girl, flew far and crashed against a wall in the underground space, bending in ways no human could.

“It’s like a garbage heap, stuffing all sorts of messy things here. These humans are so careless!” Muria turned his head, inspecting a delicate music box, then showed a look of disdain.

“Forget it, there’s nothing good left here. Let’s check another place.”

The black dragon, having eaten everything of slight value in this space, turned and vanished from the plaza, then appeared in another secret underground space.

…

“Hm, what is this? A Dragon-race creature lab?”

Muria surveyed the many cultivation tanks around him, some of which were filled with muddy yellow nutrient fluids containing non-human creatures in slumber.

“Are humans of this world also so crazy? Experimenting on their own kind.” The black dragon lowered his head, peering into a cultivation tank about four meters tall through the clear glass and clearly saw the creature inside.

It was a fat humanoid creature with bulky limbs and few scales scattered on the surface, looking quite unremarkable. As Muria observed it, this creature, seemingly with an overly high proportion of Dragon Blood, opened its eyes and made eye contact with the black dragon outside the tank.

“You should consider losing some weight; squinting like that when looking at people is asking for trouble, although I can see you’ve opened your eyes as wide as they go.”

The black dragon’s voice, tinged with mockery, echoed in the cultivation tank, but the creature had not finished listening before its eyes gradually closed again.

“The conflict between two bloodlines means you lack even basic intelligence? How sad.”

The black dragon turned his head to inspect other creatures in the tanks, among them a dual-headed python, a bear covered in scales, and a lion-tiger beast with wings on its back… These completely different creatures had only one thing in common: Dragon Blood flowed in their bodies.

Muria’s huge dragon body moved cat-like through the underground lab, observing everything. Then, he saw a small cultivation tank, just half a meter tall, and the tiny creature floating inside.

It was a small being curled up like a lizard, but what set it apart was a pair of delicate wings on its back, distinguishing it from a lizard.

As Muria was examining this young dragon, a voice came from behind him,

“It’s incredible that a few students could find a pure-blood young dragon inside the belly of a python. For hundreds of years, our field agents have risked their lives trying to capture a pure-blood Dragon, but they’ve never succeeded.”

“Yet, we never imagined that just a few students on vacation would accomplish what we Dragon researchers have dreamed of.”

“Isn’t the world always like this, full of surprises, forever unpredictable about what might happen next?”

“Indeed so.” The researcher in a lab coat styled like a trench coat looked at the black dragon squatting in front of the cultivation tank sealing the young dragon and slowly stepped back,

“Hey, which of you raised a Dragon Blood lizard that looks so much like an Ancient Dragon, and let it carelessly escape?”