True Dragon Mountain.
This sacred place, once towering at the pinnacle of the Soul Master World and symbolizing thunder and destruction, had now been completely transformed.
The original magnificent halls had been razed, replaced by row upon row of neat steel factory buildings. Huge smokestacks towered into the clouds, belching white steam.
The air no longer carried that awe-inspiring scent of thunder and lightning. Instead, it reeked of disinfectant, mixed with machine oil and the odd stench of some kind of animal feed.
At the factory entrance hung a massive new sign, bearing standard Song-style lettering:
[Umbrella Corporation · First Biological Pharmaceutical Factory (formerly the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Division)]
Below the sign hung a red banner:
[Warmest congratulations on the official launch of our Dragon Bone Strengthening Granules production line!]
Inside the factory grounds, a group of people in gray coveralls bustled about.
Some were hauling enormous bones, some were cleaning foul-smelling organs, and others were pouring various colored liquids into a giant mixer.
Their faces were expressionless, their movements stiff and mechanical, and each wore a metal collar around the neck that flashed red.
On closer inspection, one would realize that these "workers" were all surviving disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!
Among them were even several Soul Douluo elders who had once held lofty positions!
At that moment, they were crouched on the ground, scrubbing a huge dragon leg bone with brushes. They did it so skillfully it was heartbreaking, as if they had been born for the job.
"Move it! Did none of you eat today?"
"If you don't meet today's production quota, your nutrient paste tonight gets cut in half!"
A shrill voice rang out.
A man in a foreman's uniform, holding an electric baton, was strutting around with an air of superiority.