Interrupted

When they reached the Dragon-Transformation Platform, the Dragons priest said, "Once you climb onto the Dragon-Transformation Platform and are ready, give us a signal. We will activate it."

"Alright."

Zhou Leng raised his head and looked ahead.

The Dragon-Transformation Platform was an enormous valley.

In every direction around the valley stood metal Dragons statues of all different shapes.

Every Dragons statue stood over five hundred meters tall.

The ground within the valley was paved with starmetal, carved with dense, intricate patterns. It was utterly unlike the stone-civilization style of Dragons, instead bearing the authentic style of a starry civilization.

Zhou Leng looked over the Dragons in the valley one by one, committing each Dragon's appearance to memory and matching them one by one with the Dragons clans in his memories.

Some of the Dragons were exceedingly strange; there was no related information in his memories at all.

Seeing what Zhou Leng was doing, the Dragons priest smiled. "As expected of a descendant of the Dragon God. To us, strength is only secondary. The inheritance and civilization of Dragons are more important. Every Dragons statue in this valley is a Deity—"

He slowly recounted the long history of Dragons.

As Zhou Leng listened, he found it somewhat strange. The Dragons priest seemed to be telling his own children and grandchildren about their ancestors' experiences; his emotions were a little too overflowing.

Still, perhaps all elderly people were like that.

While listening, Zhou Leng continuously took out all kinds of medicine imbued with the aura of Dragons from his Stellar Void Bag.

Occasionally, a Demigod Dragon would point out that a certain medicine had a problem, and it would be set aside.

At first, the Demigod Dragons thought, as expected of a descendant of the Dragon God. He had only just advanced