When the Corruption outbreak had occurred, the dragons had dispatched supporting forces to Kolo.
Although Kolo's capacity was far inferior to that of the Tianlan Continent, when disaster descended, so-called "capacity" no longer held any meaning.
Things had already been chaotic enough. There was no problem with them joining the fray.
During that time, the dragons had engaged in varying degrees of technical exchange with Kolo's Three Major Powers—though it had most likely been one-sided.
Over the long years, the Tide, the Holy Light Church, and the Truth Empire had continually absorbed and digested the dragons' knowledge, transforming it into technologies of their own.
At the dragons' request, they had also gradually downplayed the dragons' existence.
After several thousand years, news of dragons had long since vanished among the short-lived races. Even among the Longevity Races, only a scant few still knew of them.
To them, the disaster of old had already passed.
Some histories were better left drowned beneath the tides of time.
In short, the Tide had helped modify Koya to eliminate the effects the Collapse had inflicted upon him, and the source of that technology had come from the dragons.
What was this supposed to be?
Though absent from the martial world, their legends remained within it.
Though their names were nowhere to be found, their traces stretched across the ages.
Luo Chuan was quite curious just how many unknown things this group of dragons had done.
To them, worldly fame and profit held not the slightest attraction.
Everything they did was simply because... they had been born dragons.
That was all.
Guided by the arrow, they soon arrived at their destination and stopped before a door.
Anviya was the first to open it, and the four entered one after another.
Inside was a fairly spacious room.