Brandon had no knowledge of the Pope's thoughts at this moment. He was deeply engrossed in mining, specifically for Divine Power Crystals. Brandon believed that no matter how noble, even gods would descend from the heavens to personally mine if they knew about this deposit of Divine Power Crystals.
Today, Brandon’s luck was particularly good. He had only been mining for a short while before he unearthed a crystal. He examined it carefully and then placed it gently into the pit. These azure Divine Power Crystals were wind-attribute. Brandon felt a slight twinge of regret; if they had been earth or fire attribute, it would have been even better, he thought, unsatisfied.
Divine Power Crystals possessed terrifying energy. If humans could slowly harness this energy for electricity, a small crystal could power the entire world for a hundred years, without any pollution.
Brandon put down the crystal and resumed mining. His sharp claws flashed rapidly, creating countless echoes that merged into a continuous roar. The entire cave trembled slightly as large amounts of rubble accumulated at Brandon’s feet. With his growing strength and power, Brandon's mining speed had significantly increased.
He was advancing at a rate of half a meter per minute. After about ten minutes, Brandon suddenly stopped. This island was clearly the arm of a giant deity. The Divine Power Crystals in the arm would undoubtedly be fewer than those in the body. If he dug towards the body, the efficiency would be much higher, and the number of Divine Power Crystals would greatly increase. Brandon was excited; why hadn't he thought of this before?
He climbed out of the cave and flew downwards. Soon, he arrived at the bottom of a crevice, which was a gently undulating plain covered with weathered rocks. There was no vegetation, making it appear very desolate. The plain showed signs of being flooded by seawater, likely covered during high tide.
This area was a crab territory. Brandon saw many crabs over two meters wide resting on the ground, their mouths constantly producing white foam, and their giant claws waving menacingly in the air.
Brandon unleashed his dragon might, a tangible force that immediately sent the crabs scurrying in all directions, their previous ferocity gone. He chose a high ground and began to dig.
Brandon discovered that the geology here was identical to the Cyan Beast cave, indicating this was indeed the deity's torso. He diligently mined, causing large amounts of rubble to fall, while yellow liquid slowly seeped from the cave walls. This liquid was fresher and more concentrated than that in the arm.
Brandon tasted a bit of the liquid but felt no significant difference. Although the color was more vibrant, the effect was similar.
He continued digging forward. The deeper he went, the more solid the yellow rocks became, and the color darkened. Despite his strength, Brandon had to use five layers of his power to make any progress. Considering his current strength was more than triple what it was five years ago, the stone's hardness was impressive.
Energy surged within him, and with a sound like high-voltage electricity, a layer of tangible energy covered his entire body. His claws slashed at the stone wall, sparking as they struck, significantly increasing his speed.
After two days of hard work, Brandon had achieved significant results. He had mined three Divine Power Crystals, a substantial amount considering that in the Cyan Beast cave, one might mine for a month without finding a single crystal.
Brandon exited the mine and flew upwards. On his way, he visited the cave of the exotic beasts. Kong had already begun working. Satisfied, Brandon nodded approvingly without disturbing Kong and left the cave.
The torso's strength was noticeably greater than the arm's. The deeper he went, the more active the body became, and the more solid the stones were. Given Kong’s strength, it would be challenging to mine here. It was better to let it continue mining in its original spot.
Brandon flew out of the crevice, spreading his enormous flesh wings and heading towards the nest. With a gentle flap of his wings, he soared above the nest. Instead of landing, he flew towards the volcano.
When he was still some distance from the volcano, he stopped. Hovering high in the air, he looked down. Below him was a human tribe, comprised of survivors from a plane crash five years ago.
Five years is a long time for humans, enough to forget everything, including their previous lives. Over these five years, the survivors had developed into a tribe.
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They had gradually forgotten the civilization of the human world. Here, there were no phones, no internet, no cars, and not even stylish clothes. Everything from the civilized world was absent, and perhaps they could only recall it in their dreams.
They wore clothes woven from leaves and shoes made from bark. They carried wooden spears and foraged for food every day. Regardless of their previous identities or status, here they were just ordinary people. If it weren't for the traces of civilized language they spoke, anyone would think they were from a primitive tribe.
Four slaves had lived with the human tribe since their arrival, both to protect them and to spread their faith. With their superior strength, they had become the most respected individuals among the humans. After consuming the divine blood, Angela's demeanor had transformed, becoming sacred and untouchable. Her immense strength and holy appearance gradually made her the tribe's saintess, leading the spread of the dragon's faith.
Moreover, with beasts roaming the area, ordinary humans couldn't hunt. Following Brandon's suggestion, the slaves taught these humans the method of cultivation.
They had once dreamed of becoming superhuman, possessing great power to save the Earth. This was just a childhood fantasy. But when someone presents you with the opportunity to gain such power and extend your lifespan through cultivation, the excitement surpasses winning a huge prize.
The intense sense of crisis and desire for strength made the atmosphere of martial practice very strong here. Regardless of age or gender, everyone trained hard every day. They knew that everything else was illusory; strength was real. The jungle was full of dangers, and without strength, they were doomed.
With the abundant spiritual energy and their diet of energy-rich meat and fruits, their cultivation speed was rapid. Some gifted individuals had reached the earth level in strength, and many had reached the peak of human level. As for the four slaves, they had also reached the peak of earth level in five years, just a step away from lesser heaven level.
Unknowingly, the entire tribe had gained considerable strength. If they were placed back in the human world, they would be a formidable force. At least Brandon knew there weren't as many experts in the church. Their strength allowed them to hunt small, weak beasts independently.
They held no resentment towards the dragon, as it had saved their lives. They were very grateful and understood that the four humans were the dragon's subordinates who helped them rebuild their home and taught them the mysterious cultivation methods that made them stronger and extended their lives.
The dragon's power made them revere it even more. Some devout individuals discovered during prayer that a radiant dragon appeared in their hearts, seemingly granting them infinite strength.
After this phenomenon occurred, it sparked a wave of religious fervor. The nebulous deity was gradually forgotten, and the dragon became the sole god in their hearts.
Although these humans lived on a small island, the powerful beasts around them limited their activities to a very small area. Since facing the mighty dragon five years ago, they had not had the chance to see it again. The few sightings were from afar, as Brandon flew towards the volcano to cultivate.
Brandon hovered in the air until he was finally noticed by a woman returning with freshly picked fruit. She let out a scream of delight.
“Look, it’s the great dragon!” She quickly knelt down and began to pray fervently.
Instantly, all the people in the tribe, regardless of age or gender, hurriedly put down their tasks and ran out of their huts. Their eyes were filled with fervor as they knelt.
The entire clearing was soon filled with a sea of people. Several devout followers were moved to tears, their emotions overwhelming. Some even fainted.
Brandon was mentally prepared for this reaction. With a wave of his enormous claw, the sky filled with sparkling mist. The mist refracted the sunlight, creating a rainbow of colors, making the scene feel sacred and surreal.
A large amount of mist descended, soaking into the bodies of the worshippers. Many injured hunters found their wounds healing rapidly. Witnessing this miracle once again deepened their devotion and increased the fervor in their eyes.
Brandon let out a long dragon roar, shattering the thick clouds with a blast of air. With a powerful flap of his wings, a thunderous sound erupted in the sky. His massive body flashed with a streak of light as he flew towards the volcano, leaving an afterimage. The speed was so extreme that the ordinary humans thought the dragon remained in place. It wasn’t until the afterimage slowly twisted and shattered that they realized the dragon had already departed.
When Brandon reached the volcano, the qilin had just emerged from it. Hearing the sound, it knew its king was coming. Since Brandon's rapid increase in strength, the qilin had grown increasingly respectful towards him.
Over the past five years, the qilin’s strength had also improved significantly. It had grown over 10 meters long, and its body had become much larger, with its scales thickening considerably.
Once, Brandon carefully observed its scales and noticed that the patterns on its scales were completely different from his own. They seemed to be composed of numerous symbols, resembling the patterns of the Golden Bell within him.
After greeting the qilin, Brandon dove into the magma, diving deeper. The qilin followed closely behind. The qilin’s progress was slow, mainly because it lacked a method of cultivation and was simply absorbing energy from the magma instinctively.
Brandon had been hesitant to teach the qilin a cultivation method. Its immense potential and noble lineage made him wary. Moreover, he sometimes felt a deep-seated rejection from within his own bloodline. This made Brandon very cautious. If he taught the qilin, it could potentially lead to backlash.