Chapter 10, Blood Lotus.

Kong San was filled with excitement, as if he could see the Dragon King emerging, with countless dragons coming to pay their respects. He could almost envision himself standing behind the young Dragon King, admired and envied by numerous ferocious dragons. He felt a sense of impatience.

At this moment, Kong San felt somewhat envious of the fruit trees in the distance, whose roots twisted and turned, and whose branches were lush and leafy, casting shade over almost half the hillside. Although the environment in which the fruit trees thrived was somewhat lacking, at least there was a kind-hearted red cloud that occasionally came to their aid. In comparison, who would come to aid Kong San?

Kong San is very satisfied with this effect; he has finally regained a sense of being the King of the Mountains from years past. A Tyrannosaurus Rex should possess the majesty befitting its kind. Those who clearly have strength yet prefer to hide their tails are merely rat dragons that deserve to wallow in the mud

Unbeknownst to him, Kong San has developed many emotions that he never experienced before, such as loneliness, disgust, envy, and nausea. Loneliness pertains to himself, disgust is directed towards the Pangu, envy is towards that fruit tree, and nausea arises from another ancestral corpse of a shaman that crawled out from the ground. This thirteenth shaman is unlike the previous twelve; its entire body has rotted and is infested with maggots. Moreover, it possesses a set of sharp fangs. Kong San witnessed it kill a robust animal with two long horns that enjoyed grazing, and it even turned the animal into jerky.

In one place, there are two Pangu! Two figures draped in animal skins, clutching long spears, are stealthily crouching in the grass and moving towards this direction. They believed that the tall grass was sufficient to conceal their forms, yet they did not anticipate that Kong San's terrifying vision had already captured every move they made.

A Tyrannosaurus can only possess one fated Dragon Ball, and Kong San's Dragon Ball is an exceptional existence; it lacks the ability to evolve this Dragon Ball. What it can do is merely to use it, to draw the essence of the sun and moon, to transform the primordial energy of the sun and moon, and to refine itself. When the essence of the sun and moon within the Dragon Ball is completely saturated, when the transformed primordial energy has nowhere to be utilized, when its ability to manipulate the heavens and the earth has reached the limit of its own primordial energy, and even when it exhausts all its efforts and cannot extract the bone spur lodged in its throat, it can only let it be. Kong San suddenly realizes that he has nothing to do. When the essence of the sun and moon within the Dragon Ball is completely saturated, when the transformed primordial energy has nowhere to be utilized, when its ability to manipulate the heavens and the earth has reached the limit of its own primordial energy, and even when it exhausts all its efforts and cannot extract the bone spur lodged in its throat, it can only let it be. Kong San suddenly realizes that he has nothing to do.

Kong Sanwei pondered for a moment and decided to first eliminate Pangu, ensuring that they could not approach the dragon egg. As for that small beast, it was even farther from the deep pit than the Pangu. Given its diminutive size, it would take an indeterminate amount of time for it to reach the deep pit. Kong San could easily crush it underfoot before it got close to the dragon egg.

Time passed swiftly, and for a long while, the unique rumbling sound of the ground when the Tyrannosaurus ran did not occur; the world remained in complete silence

In this world, there is no existence like Kong San, who seems to possess infinite life as a three-clawed Tyrannosaurus. Therefore, even after searching through all the dragon languages he can access, Kong San does not know what he should be doing at this moment. All that remains... seems to be waiting... a hungry waiting

The dragon's roar has not ceased, and within a thousand steps centered around the deep pit, there is a profound silence; no wild beast dares to linger here any longer.

Kong San was filled with suspicion when, suddenly, two faint sounds reached its sensitive eardrums. Startled, Kong San quickly swept its sharp gaze over the source of the sound

The blood of the Tyrannosaurus King has now been nearly turned into a pool of clear water by the thirteen blooming lotuses, but even if it truly becomes clear water, Kong San would not drink it, for it is, after all, the royal blood that he holds in the highest respect

This repulsive witch ancestor did not attempt to attack Kong San like the other witch ancestors. After draining the life from that herbivorous creature, it left this place, leaving Kong San with nothing but a decaying silhouette, which made him feel nauseated for many years to come

In addition to these, Kong San encountered many bizarre beasts. What was particularly strange was that he had not seen a single Tyrannosaurus, and even other dinosaurs and the Pangu had vanished without a trace. Although he harbored doubts in his heart, Kong San did not dwell on them too much

Thirteen blood-red lotuses, the Tyrannosaurus has its own restraint and dignity, how could a noble three-clawed Tyrannosaurus endure hunger by subsisting on flowers and grass?

Kong San gazed up at the sky, took a deep breath of fresh air, and with a voice full of grandeur, let out a resounding dragon's roar, proclaiming the return of the king

The abrupt roar of the dragon pierced the valley, echoing in the sky for a long time. The birds and beasts dwelling in the valley fled in panic under the overwhelming might of the dragon, scattering in all directions.

The Pangu King has been digested by Kong San for an unknown number of years. Now, apart from the turbulent and undigested energy flows, there is nothing in Kong San's stomach. This strange energy seems to dominate Kong San's digestive system, repelling the primordial energy within him. Kong San has tried many times but has been unable to control the primordial energy to assimilate this energy. As soon as the primordial energy enters the stomach, it feels as if it encounters a formidable enemy of a different level, rendering it immobile. Fortunately, this peculiar energy lacks independent consciousness and instinctively clings to the stomach, without causing chaos within Kong San's body. Otherwise, the primordial energy that has been painstakingly accumulated within Kong San could be completely expelled.

Staring blankly at the blood-red light curtain that had thinned to the point of leaking with a poke, Kong San unconsciously picked up a blood lotus with his front paw and swallowed it whole. In no time, thirteen blood-red lotuses along with their stems had all entered Kong San's stomach

Just as Kong San was about to harness the energy within him to engage in a battle with the strange force, a faint popping sound suddenly reached his ears. Startled, Kong San turned his head and discovered that the blood-red barrier enveloping the deep pit had vanished without warning. In that instant, as the blood-red barrier disappeared, the blazing sunlight, the howling wind, and the long-lost fresh air all rushed into the deep pit, making Kong San feel as if he had been reborn as a dragon.

Kong San finally succumbed to hunger, but the result of this compromise was an even greater emptiness in his stomach. Thirteen blood lotus flowers, each the size of a rear paw, and their roots and stems had just entered his digestive system when they were violently ground into powder by the surging strange energy, leaving only thirteen streams of crimson energy entangled with the peculiar energy within his stomach.

Another place features a trivial little creature, whose form is quite similar to the gentle small animal that Kong San saw howling at the moon, yet its size is only that of Kong San's one hind toe. If it weren't for Kong San's exceptional eyesight, it would indeed be difficult to notice its existence

Kong San gazed at the Pangu in the grass, extending his tongue to gently lick his palate. It had been a long time since he had tasted the flavor of Pangu. The two Pangu had arrived just in time, one to satisfy his cravings and the other to be offered to the soon-to-be-born king

Kong San gazed with difficulty at the thirteen vividly red blood lotus flowers, staring at the sturdy lotus stems, his gaze gradually becoming hazy...

Kong San originally did not expect these small flowers to fill his stomach; he merely wanted to enjoy the pleasure of digestion. Unfortunately, those detestable energies directly bypassed this process, which inevitably left Kong San feeling quite annoyed.

Uncertain how many years had passed, Kong San had already infused the essence of the sun and moon into the dragon pearl left behind by the Tyrannosaurus King, yet the Little Dragon King had not yet emerged; after an unknown number of years, Kong San refined his body dozens of times using the primordial energy transformed from the essence of the sun and moon, even every pore was filled with primordial energy, and the strength of every piece of skin and flesh was no less than that of skeletal remains, yet at this moment, the Little Dragon King still had not emerged

Kong San slowly closed his jaw and turned his head towards the colorful dragon egg. Its roar was not merely a declaration of the Tyrannosaurus's majesty, but rather a message to the other Tyrannosaurs in this forbidden land that a new king of the Tyrannosaurs was about to arrive

The stomach had been empty for an unknown duration, yet strangely, despite Kong San being so hungry that his front was pressed against his back and his eyes were blurring from hunger, he had not died from starvation. Instead, he was deeply experiencing a sensation that was a hundred times more painful than death by hunger—the feeling of being hungry yet not dead.

Kong San always believed that the Little Dragon King would soon come into the world; in reality, he was mistaken, profoundly mistaken.

There are many things within the deep pit, but there is almost nothing that Kong San can eat

The colorful dragon egg, shrouded in the glow of twilight, is something Kong Sanning would rather eat his own flesh than touch in the slightest

The outside world has also undergone significant changes. Although the environment remains harsh, many new species that have adapted to this severe environment have gradually emerged. The volcanic rocks scattered everywhere have transformed into soil, and then, from an unknown source, the strong winds have brought in seeds of various plants. Consequently, the gray-black volcanic stones have turned green, and lush greenery has reappeared on the cliffs and mountains, where many gentle little animals, whose names I cannot recall, have also made their appearance. For instance, some fluffy creatures that love to howl at the moon have alleviated much of Kong San's loneliness.

The colorful glow above the dragon egg grew increasingly intense, and the fluctuations of life within the dragon egg became more powerful. Although the little dragon king did not descend into the world as Kong San had imagined with the dissipation of the light curtain, at this moment, it truly felt the awe-inspiring aura emanating from within the dragon egg.

The crimson light curtain has existed for an unknown duration. Although it provided protection for Kong San and the dragon egg, saving Kong San's life on several occasions, it also isolated him from the world, confining him within this narrow pit. Now, it has finally fulfilled its mission of safeguarding its master and has dissipated into the wind. Henceforth, a more arduous task will fall upon Kong San, this dormant dragon.