Pulling up a radish brought up a clump of dirt—such was the way of the world.
On this land, nothing happened in isolation. Ancient Dragons possessed incomparably tremendous power, which meant they were destined never to develop quietly and grow strong unnoticed—because their very existence stirred changes in heaven and earth, shaping an ecosystem that belonged to them alone.
Conversely, if an Ancient Dragon suddenly descended among the nations, as though appearing out of thin air.
There was only one possibility.
That was, the nations... did not understand the world they lived in very deeply.
There was a Labyrinth, hidden deep within their lands.
Ian believed that a single Labyrinth could entirely sustain an Ancient Dragon's needs.
Take the South Sea Grand Labyrinth, for example. Its internal ecosystem could absolutely support several Fourth Energy Level Magic Beasts.
As for the Fifth Energy Level, there was no need to consider it, because those at the Fifth Energy Level were no longer part of a natural ecosystem, but its complete creators.
Just as a fully grown Rust-Steel Dragon did not care what Southern Ridge's natural ecosystem was like. It merely needed to exist to twist the world around it into something suited to itself.
"Canaanmore has a Great Labyrinth, and this Labyrinth has never been discovered. The young Rust-Steel Dragon grew within it for a long time, until recently, when it reached the Fourth Energy Level and gained the ability to gradually alter the surrounding ecology."
That was Ian's conclusion.
And that conclusion was basically correct.
"...Indeed. That is exactly how it was."
Anfa fell silent for a while. The Elf scholar could almost be said to have nodded in admiration. "That was basically it—the Canaanmore Branch's fellow believers accidentally discovered a vast underground dark region during a mountain exploration, one that