Chapter 301: Each to Their Own

Chapter 301: Each to Their Own

Maya originally wanted to reason with Eileen, but she ended up making things clear to herself instead—Bran had already taken their group as a fallback option. The intentions of their companions, while not entirely good, couldn’t be called malicious either. After all, there were still arrangements for compromise, such as bringing the people here back.

She believed that the experience of their first encounter would make everyone put away their contempt. Perhaps those above had never looked down on this place from the start; the contempt only existed among their group of pawns sent to probe. Just like the vague yet strangely strict command they received—bring her back, and do not even harm her.

Now Maya knew, that girl was likely Bran’s sister—another Great Wizard. How could someone like that be harmed by them?

Compared to a Great Wizard, what were they? A few deaths to probe the situation here, reveal a bit of their own side’s intentions, and incidentally understand the other side’s attitude.

Now their mission was considered complete, right? She just didn’t know what conditions those who came again would offer.

Thinking of this, Maya felt somewhat frustrated. She was a dragon, what did she have to do with these people? How could she be sent here as a disposable piece?

Then she felt something was wrong; she was still alive and well, and had gained considerable benefits. This body full of vibrant, primitive, and pure Mana, this ability to gather the surrounding Mana every moment.

Maya let out a powerless groan in her heart—the Ancestral Dragon! The Ancestral Dragon must have foreseen this, that’s why it sent her here.

Lowering her head to look at the pitch-black scales on her body, she suddenly realized she was now a unique Black Dragon. Maya could even guess that the next time, one or two young, healthy male dragons would certainly accompany the group.

Dragons came in all sorts of colors, which was related to their Mana attributes. And Mana attributes were mostly influenced by Bloodline, so the colors on a dragon’s body were often rather mottled. Only a very few who experienced an Awakening, under the influence of that ability, gradually saw their colors become more distinct and pure.

Only on this dying Continent could there be The Dead existing between life and death, right? Perhaps it was precisely because of this that she had the chance to be reborn.

The Mana inside her was primitive and pure, and her strength slowly grew along with the flow of Mana. In a sense, her original Bloodline had long dried up with her Death. She was now the most primitive, one-of-a-kind Black Dragon born from the Inky Torrent.

She remembered listening to the Ancestral Dragon’s stories as a child; it seemed only she could hear them. Because of this, she once thought she was special, but after many years, she still hadn’t shown any outstanding qualities.

She left the Sacred Mountain and got her own dwelling. Whenever she recalled the stories from childhood and those faint, elusive figures, it always felt like a childhood dream. How could the Ancestral Dragon tell stories to her alone? And for so many years.

The Sacred Mountain! The Sacred Mountain in her eyes had always been different from other dragons. It was a place that used to make her feel warm, a place that suddenly made her feel a chill.

So, they had arranged everything long ago. They just needed a female dragon with a pure Bloodline…

Watching Maya remain silent for a long time, as if angry at her lack of ambition, Eileen shook her head and showed a bitter smile. “I never thought about avoiding the fight. I’m troubled by my status within the clan; my suggestions carry no weight in their eyes. Forget it, let’s not talk about this. Let’s take her back and hand her over to the clan to deal with.”

Then Eileen looked at Maya curiously. “You seemed to be considering Bran’s perspective a lot just now. Why?”

Awakened by Eileen’s words, Maya snorted a puff of heavy air from her nostrils. “I have no grudge against him, and after all, he saved me. We dragons still value these things. While we don’t necessarily repay every kindness, we won’t shamelessly go looking for trouble with him either.

Also, dragons are accustomed to distinguishing each other by the similarity of their Mana. All my Mana comes from him, so it’s inevitable that I lean a certain way on some matters.”

After saying this, Maya seemed tired and directly lay down on the ground, adopting a posture that said she didn’t want to talk. She needed to sort some things out in her mind.

She wasn’t the only one wanting to sort things out. On the Lonely Island in the north, Jose was also somewhat confused. Trapped on this Lonely Island, with plenty of leisure time, all sorts of thoughts and guesses uncontrollably popped up.

How could there be no records at all about the Desolate Continent? If there weren’t, then what about those Dragon Riders and Northlanders who used the same language as him? On what basis did those Priests believe the Northlanders were one of their branches?

Who was the most powerful person? Faced with this seemingly childish question, Jose could no longer laugh. Ruben and many other companions were dead, Maya’s fate was unknown, and the Pool Water of the Pool of Foresight was lost.

Who was the most powerful person? Recently, whenever Jose thought about this question, he couldn’t help but shudder. If she truly represented the most powerful person, what use could a few people like them be?

…

Who was the most powerful person? The answer to this question pleased Lily greatly. In Twinwing City, Lily sat cross-legged on her tree bed, boredly tossing a Water Pearl up and down in her hand. Her reflection was clearly visible inside the Water Pearl.

This drop of water was very interesting. If placed in a clean container, it was really not much different from a drop of water. But if thrown on the ground or mixed with water, it became a completely independent entity, rejecting anything else that might affect it, like dust.

This was really fun. What interested Lily even more was the information Bran sent. On another Continent far away, there was a whole pool of such water.

Her city seemed to be lacking just such a pool for decoration. Bran snatched a Key (a large Water Orb), bringing a touch of fresh moisture to Northland City. She shouldn’t fall too far behind; she should also snatch something for decoration.

When he sent it, Bran specifically wrapped this drop of Pool Water with a piece of his own flesh and blood. He was being too careful! To discover something, one had to be bold and take appropriate risks. Moreover, Lily didn’t believe anything could harm her from tens of thousands of miles away.

That piece of flesh and blood tasted pretty good. It was a very primitive and pure Mana, with a faint, elusive spiritual fluctuation hidden within. Bran needed Light to maintain his own balance, so she could also use Darkness to stimulate the Light. The only regrettable thing was that her younger brother had finally completely lost his flesh-and-blood body.

With Bran’s shielding removed, this drop of water began to slowly change. Lily could feel it absorbing the surrounding Mana, growing stronger continuously. As it grew stronger, her image within it occasionally emitted faint glows of light.

And far away, tens of thousands of miles away, on the surface of the Pool of Foresight, faint glows of light also appeared.