But, what about Sio?
Ian has never heard Sio complain about sleeping in a nest for a hundred years, consuming a fifth of his life... Either Sio really doesn’t care about this loss of lifespan, or...
"Was the gradual biological transformation of the True Dragons truly researched by the previous generations of True Dragons themselves?"
Speaking suddenly, Ian’s words imdiately caught the attention of Sio and Anfa: "Suppose, these studies, which seem cruel and aningless to you... perhaps they were the basis of the Terra Humans’ contract with the True Dragons back then, and also the basis for Humans like us, possessing Dragon Blood, and True Dragons becoming more like natural beings?"
"Could it be that Humans and True Dragons integrated mutually, helping each other back then..."
Upon hearing this, Sio also considered the possibility and widened her eyes: "Humans helped our True Dragons gradually beco biological, shedding their shackles—and True Dragons helped Humans develop Sublimation Power, rging the bloodline power of Magical Beasts?!"
"So that’s how it is!"
Similarly possessing so ’Dragon Blood’, Yisen Gard, possibly also a kind of artificial tool with biological bloodline, ca to this realization and couldn’t help but exclaim: "Yes... The foundation of the Sublimators may be built on Dragon Blood... Only True Dragon Blood could allow the various completely different Magical Beast organs, those powerful Sublimation Structures, to rge together without causing deadly conflict!"
"Ian previously said that all Terra People are descendents of Dragon Blood... And that Humans can naturally cultivate the True Dragon Bloodline, which further proves this point!"
"It’s just a hypothesis, but I think it’s highly possible." Ian said solemnly, as they were nearing the area of the Abyss, he turned his head to the right and raised his right hand: "But for now, we have to deal with the competitor first."
"Which mber of the Exploration Team might have been eavesdropping for so long, it’s ti to co out?"
No sooner than Ian spoke, a shrill black light burst out from the nearby laboratory, darting towards the white-haired youth’s head like lightning.
However, the closer it got to Ian, the slower the black light beca, until it halted entirely within three ters of Ian.
It was a pitch-black, frosted-over, tentacle-like black tendril without any suckers, only a colorful black fluid akin to oil flowing and rolling upon it.
Ian did not even draw his sword; he rely used two fingers to mimic a blade and sliced several tis at the tendril in the void, shattering the black tentacle running at supersonic speed into black jelly-like substances, which then scattered into ice dust fragnts.
The next instant, the displeased Yisen Gard activated the blazing Blood Column, penetrating the path from which the black tentacle approached; the black-red scorching flas incinerated tallic rocks, evaporating all matter in that area.
Yet, clearly, this was not enough. Sio snorted coldly. Though her prosthetic body was weak, it could serve as a dium to unleash the power of the True Dragon Dragon Soul—with the Dragon Maiden’s erald eyes turning to golden magma, a fla of the Domain of Void appeared at the center where Yisen Gard had struck.
Under the confrontation of material and Domain of Void dual flas, a figure presented itself amid the spiritual energy fragnts from the broken wall of the Void Domain.
"Thinker Elg?!"
Anfa exclaid, "The City of Knowledge’s Pure Moon Spire’s head?"
"What brings you here to attack us?"
The arrival was none other than the leader of the City of Knowledge Exploration Team, a genius spirit energy scholar known as Thinker Elg, Elgar Qingyue.
However, unlike the original silent and erudite black-haired scholar seen by all, the Elg appearing before everyone carried an extrely bizarre and non-human aura.
Erging from the Void Domain, a thin youth with cascading black hair floated in the air without expression.
He wore a scholar’s robe, his appearance quite androgynous. If not for knowing his gender early on, one might think he was a long-haired beauty.
But at that mont, the beauty’s black hair behind him danced wildly despite no wind, twisting together to form the previous ’black tentacle’ that attacked Ian, while an exceedingly unnatural purple radiance flowed within Elg’s black eyes, emitting a spirit-controlling wave that irresistibly drew one’s heart into its depths.
Of course, the people present included one Prophet, two with the Dragon Soul, and lastly, Yisen Gard, who had just awakened the Solar Phoenix Bloodline with his Spiritual Neural Network already completed, all four immune to ordinary psychic attacks.
But even so, the sight of Elg presented an extre danger to everyone.
"No way."
After a brief surprise, Anfa frowned, clutching the ’chip cara’ originally used for transmitting images but now to ensure her safety. She said gravely, "You don’t have a chip cara on you, you’re not Elg!"
"What kind of monster are you, pretending to be him?!"
The youth wearing single-fra glasses with golden rims did not answer Anfa’s question. No, rather, from the start, Elg hadn’t taken notice of anyone else.
At this mont, his gaze was locked firmly onto Ian, a gaze extraordinarily intense yet fiercely heated, making the white-haired youth, accustod to public attention and able to converse light-heartedly with Fourth Energy Level experts, feel slightly uncomfortable.
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