Go," Kalon instructed Antagena, accustomed to coiling his flexible body, his long tail resting under his chin, contentedly enjoying Pixie Raven's flattery. "When you get there, I will appear at the appropriate time."
He had already re-perceived the appearance of the True Dragon Descendant and re-established their connection, now perusing the memories linked through their shared consciousness.
He didn't even need to leave personally; if the Green Dragon encountered trouble, the True Dragon Descendant could intervene before returning to Kalon himself.
His abilities couldn't be hidden from these True Dragon companions he spent every day with, nor did he feel the need to deliberately conceal them.
The True Dragon's proactive willingness to work for the Dragon clan was commendable. The Chromatic Dragon bloodline naturally possessed a desire for conquest, so chaotic and tyrannical that it was almost impossible to eliminate. This inherent nature existed in their bloodline from birth and could not be removed.
Kalon only taught the True Dragons in the Dragon clan to control their chaos. He never allowed these True Dragon s to completely abandon the influence from their bloodline, because he couldn't do it either.
Kalon had simply been adding to the True Dragons in the Dragon clan, allowing the influence of more important things to outweigh the influence of some inherent nature.
So, upon hearing they could conquer a group of wyverns , these young True Dragons were eager to try. After all, these young True Dragons were now beginning to mature, and they no longer felt comfortable fighting at the drop of a hat, as they did in their infancy.
Aside from the more composed Alina and the Alfred, who was undertaking increasingly heavy tasks, even the young Blue True Dragon Akez actively wanted to go with Antagena.
The Chromatic Dragon species possessed a strong desire for conquest.
Thus, several True Dragons began to argue over who would stay behind to guard the territory.
Kalon had a headache. It was clear these True Dragon s hadn't yet developed a sense of responsibility; they all wanted to shirk their duties for the sake of a fight.
"But if you guys relax, how can I relax?" With this thought, Kalon's large eyes widened, and he grumbled, "How many True Dragons does it take to conquer a group of wyverns? Have you been resting too much? That's great, Rosani, come here, I have some tasks for you."
The other young True Dragon s scattered in fright, and the young Blue True Dragon Akez quietly flew into the sky, pretending that today was his turn to patrol the territory.
Rosani completely ignored Kalon's threat. He shamelessly followed Antagena, heading to Green Field Forest with Klenaya.
This Black True Dragon, addicted to chewing on trees, now seemed more interested in the Trees of Life than in the wild mares on the prairie. Kalon wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing.
After all, given the True Dragon's, uh, slightly peculiar aesthetic, it wouldn't be surprising if Rosani fell in love with a treant someday.
Pixie Raven flew back and forth in front of Kalon's head, holding plump grapes, trying to please the Red Dragon. These grapes were fruits grown in the newly established vineyard, specifically to supply the officials and True Dragon in the territory. Each grape was nearly the size of a fist.
The Elf Druid who had submitted to the Dragon Clane Territory were assigned to various places to cultivate excellent fruits and grains for the territory, as well as to manage the territory's livestock breeding.
These Elf Druid were quite professional in this regard. Kalon felt that the Elf Druid's contributions on the battlefield were far less significant than their achievements in this area.
Originally, Riven's work was handled by the elf maids, including grooming the True Dragon's scales, serving delicacies, and relaying orders. Now, Kalon had also begun to learn to enjoy life.
Enjoyment was one of the True Dragon's pleasures. In Kalon's view, having diligently managed the territory for a long time, if there was no enjoyment at all, then being a Dragon Lord wasn't very interesting.
"Kalon, Kalon," Pixie Raven flew to Kalon's ear after feeding the Red Dragon the twentieth grape.
She spoke softly with a coquettish tone, "Phew, I want to print your image onto a World Forevercard, with the ability to suppress all monster cards. Can you give me a scale?"
"My image isn't suitable for cards yet, Riven," Kalon shook his head, refusing the little Pixies request.
"However, you can research printing the images of other True Dragon in the Dragon clan on cards," Kalon extended his claw, retracted his sharp talons, and then lightly tapped the little Pixies forehead with his finger.
The pixie Raven protected the two fresh flowers pinned to her head, lest Kalon's claw accidentally damage them. She wrinkled her clear little nose and said, "Kalon, I think your wisdom is just a tiny bit more than mine! Let's research it together!"
The Pixie's forehead was always adorned with those two bundles of fresh flowers, whether she wore an acorn cap or a wreath. These were Raven's Dragon horns, and also a treasure that others could not touch.
Kalon infused his power into Raven's Dragon horns. After much practice, Kalon had finally roughly mastered the miraculous use of psionic energy.
As long as Riven encountered danger in the future, she could release a simple summoning spell through her 'True Dragon horns'. The power wasn't great; it would merely summon Kalon.
Kalon told the little Pixie about this special summoning magic, then stroked Riven's little head and laughed, "Alright, Raven, I'm going to swim in the ocean of knowledge. You can research it slowly on your own!"
"Hmph," Raven clenched her small fist. "Your heart is like a warm stone!"
Kalon flapped his wings, and with just a gentle beat, he landed in front of his lair.
Now, this mountain peak was not only absorbing power from deep within the earth's core but also undergoing changes under Kalon's power.
It was not only the highest mountain among the peaks, but its summit resembled a giant basin, with the edges of the basin being gradually accumulated and cooled lava.
The original volcano crater now resembled a lake within the basin that perpetually gushed living water, occupying roughly only a quarter of the basin's area.
Now, this basin not only had many fire-attributed plants growing but also some ordinary ironwood and creeping weeds sprouting from the cooled lava.
Some strange small animals also lived in this area. After prolonged exposure to this unusual environment, both animals and plants exhibited extraordinary changes.
Even the most common ironwood had a much greater density than the same type of trees outside. The animals also gradually took on colors similar to Kalon's scales.
This area had now become a small ecological park.
Kalon strolled along, heading towards his lair.
His mind was still linked to the consciousness of the True Dragon Descendant avatar, slowly receiving the knowledge and information stored by the True Dragon Descendant avatar.
The newly acquired ability pleased him greatly. He had been troubled by having too many things to do and feeling spread thin.
Even though a True Dragon possessed almost inexhaustible energy, it couldn't do several things at once, but now he could.
Especially after obtaining the knowledge left behind by the Ancient Magic Empire, he felt that there would be even more things to do in the future.
There was a lot of information transmitted from the True Dragon Descendant avatar's sub-brain, but Kalon currently only selected knowledge that he cared about more or that was within his capabilities, which was about the cultivation of the World Tree and the connection to its essence.
Kalon carefully squeezed through the increasingly lush True Dragon Saliva Grass and Fiery Flame Grass, strange magical plants born from the Red Dragon's power.
True Dragon Saliva Grass originated from Kalon's drool and bloodstains when he ground his teeth. Although there was only a small clump, it was exceptionally tall.
Kalon had discovered that as he grew, the products born from him would clearly become more outstanding.
The door to the former treasury had been widened again by Kalon. Kalon easily slipped in, passed through layers of magical traps and spell barriers, and arrived in his treasury.
The entire treasury was illuminated as brightly as day by the light of the piled-up treasures, even though it was deep within the dark mountain belly.
The light emanating from Kalon's own scales was overshadowed by the brilliance of these treasures, which showed how many treasures were in this treasury.
Ordinary gold and gemstones had become a carpet on the ground, dimming in comparison to the light of the other treasures.
Kalon stepped over these treasures and walked towards the center of the treasury, to the wooden box placed at the very heart.
Inside the wooden box was the World Tree seed that Kalon had obtained from the World Tree spirit, Netis.
Even this wooden box was a treasure made from the remnants of the World Tree, extremely tough, and filled with life energy and natural aura, making it exceptionally useful for preserving special items.
Kalon extended his claw, removed the magical protection he had set, and then opened the wooden box.
A fist-sized seed appeared before Kalon.
This seed was naturally perfectly round. Even with the most precise instruments, not a single flaw could be found on its surface.
And on this seed, which resembled the bark of an old tree, were intricate natural patterns, similar to magical runes, yet simpler, conveying even more meaning.
Ordinary creatures would have their brains explode if they saw these patterns, let alone dared to actively explore their secrets.
One of Kalon's sub-brain nodes had collapsed unexpectedly while exploring these mysterious patterns, which meant that although he had recorded these enigmatic and profound patterns, he had not delved too deeply into their study.
Kalon was going to activate and cultivate the World Tree seed according to the research methods of the Ancient Magician.
Those Ancient Magician had clarified the most important thing in their methods for cultivating the World Tree: one must gain control of the World Tree, establishing a master-servant relationship, or at least significantly influence the World Tree's birth.
Some Magician chose to influence the World Tree with their magic and blood, creating a mystical, fate-linked relationship.
Other Magician chose to treat the World Tree like a golem, injecting a soul under their control into the World Tree seed, using this soul to combine with the consciousness born at the moment of the World Tree's creation, thus becoming a unique entity influenced and controlled by the Magician.
Kalon did not choose the second path. He currently lacked the ability to capture the necessary souls from the elemental planes, and the fervent souls in the True Dragon Sanctuary were his brave followers, so he wouldn't do such a thing.
However, Kalon would not choose to become a fate-sharing entity with the World Tree for the first option either. Kalon also had his own pride; his dragon blood would not be easily used to water the World Tree.
"But to have a significant impact on the World Tree, what could be more suitable than psionic energy, a power with an extremely strong personal imprint!"
Kalon smiled, revealing his mouthful of fangs. His sharp True Dragon claws gripped the entire World Tree fruit, and the power from within his body was infused into the World Tree seed according to a special method.
This seed, which tightly enveloped all its life energy within its extremely tough skin, instantly emitted a tremendous suction force, drawing power from Kalon's body, reaching the limit of Kalon's power output in that instant.
"Drink up, drink up, Daddy's got plenty for you," Kalon quipped, feeling the life force within the World Tree seed in his hand being activated. The gradually sprouting vitality exuded powerful life energy, and even the tough outer skin could not prevent this aura from leaking out.
A faint consciousness gradually emerged as the life force was activated, carrying a sense of adoration, and made contact with Kalon's consciousness.
"Very good, don't rush for now. I'll find a place to plant you," Kalon felt the newly born consciousness gradually stabilize, then immediately cut off the supply of psionic energy from his body.
The World Tree seed's life force had already sprouted. The enormous, even massive, energy and nutrients needed for it to break out of its shell and grow would no longer need to be supplied by him, but rather by this world, Ekania, to the World Tree.
Kalon placed this seed, now bursting with life and consciousness, into the wooden box made from World Tree remnants. The life energy contained within the wooden box was very beneficial for the seed's growth.
He was about to leave with the World Tree seed, but then he noticed that the two Titanoboasnake eggs in the corner of the treasury, which had been absorbing abundant energy and magic to grow and gestate, were also restless.
Two faint consciousnesses stirred within the eggshells, like greedy children clamoring for snacks from their parents.
"Hehe, you want something to eat too," Kalon chuckled, stopping at the two snake eggs, each half a person tall. The birth of the World Tree made him extremely happy, so he extended his True Dragon claws, carefully placed them on the two snake eggs, and transmitted psionic energy.
"Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp,"
The two giant snake eggs made sounds like cattle drinking water, greedily absorbing and digesting Kalon's psionic energy.
Only when the consciousness within the two snake eggs conveyed that they were full did Kalon retract his claws and turn to leave.
Crack,
Crack,
The next moment, cracks began to appear on the two snake eggs. The cracks grew more numerous, and the falling eggshell fragments landed on the ground, revealing the snake shadows inside the membrane, struggling to hit it with their heads.
Pop, the tough egg membrane was pierced by the small snakes inside, revealing two chubby heads.
The two chubby heads blinked their large eyes, which instantly changed from vertical pupils to round pupils, completely different from those of snakes.
Two chubby little snakes struggled to squeeze out of the opening in the egg membrane, revealing equally plump, and thus somewhat short, bodies. White patterns ran along their black backs from head to tail tip.
"Mama!" one chubby little snake timidly opened its toothless mouth, revealing its soft, pink inner palate.
Pop,
The other equally chubby little snake slapped the opening snake's head with its short, thick tail. It grumbled, "Idiot, call him Daddy!"
Kalon: "?..."