Ignoring Albion's cannibalistic gaze, Ian quickly sorted out the intermediate Dragon Tongue Magic he had just stolen.
Although there is only 10% of the content, for a Fifth Tier Arcanist who has already mastered the essence of Arcane Runes, it is only a matter of time to deduce the remaining parts.
"Morgana, Establish an analysis model."
"Understood."
After dealing with these "little things", Ian took a deep breath and began his real purpose of coming here.
He not only wants to enslave this dragon, but also use it to peek into the vaster and more dangerous world of Dragonkind.
[Cosmic Awareness·Super Time and Space Link].
Ian's eyes glowed, and his vision followed a certain causal connection deep in Albion's bloodline, spanning countless light years and traveling through layers of dimensions.
His consciousness landed in a strange star field.
There are no stars here, because stars themselves are living things.
Ian saw a picture that he would never forget:
In the center of a huge galaxy, there is a giant dragon comparable in size to Solar System. Its scales are black, and each one is like a small Black Hole, swallowing up the surrounding light. Its two eyes are two burning stars, lighting up the entire galaxy.
Stellar Level dragon.
"Thunder Dragon King... recovered?"
The behemoth slowly opened its eyes, and with just a whisper, it triggered a gravitational storm that swept through several galaxies.
The terrifying pressure flows upstream along the line of cause and effect, and even across the endless Void, Ian, I feel a stinging pain in my soul.
"Oops, I was discovered!"
Ian immediately cut off the connection.
He gasped for breath, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat. Even with just a glimpse, he could feel the terror of the dragon.
That is an existence that surpasses Fifth Tier, and even surpasses Eighth Tier.
"At least it's a monster above Tenth Tier." Ian muttered to himself, "Moreover, it seems to be locking the coordinates of the earth."
Albion has been exuding a special blood signal, like a beacon that keeps transmitting positioning. If it is not dealt with, the Star Dragon will find it along the network cable sooner or later.
Once a monster of that level comes to earth, Ian's little Empire will be wiped out in an instant.
"The signal must be cut off."
Ian looked at Albion who was confused.
"It seems that the earth cannot tolerate you."
For the sake of safety, Ian made a decision. He packed Albion and the water dragon king that Pheobe used to study bloodlines and threw them into World Gate.
Then, he flew World Gate to a deserted galaxy at the edge of the universe.
He found a wild planet full of monsters, threw the two dragons down, and completely erased the remaining earth coordinate information on them.
"Just stay here." Ian looked at the planet below, "If Dragonkind really comes looking for it, they will only find it here, not the earth."
This trick is called physical disconnection and IP address spoofing.
After dealing with the hidden dangers of Dragonkind, Ian returned to Earth.
As soon as he landed, he felt another voyeuristic gaze.
This time it doesn't come from the starry sky, but from--Underworld.
Ian's eyes instantly became as dark as ink, and his sight penetrated the curtain of life and death, reaching straight to the cold and gray Death Dimension.
There, a tall figure wearing a black robe was standing beside Styx, staring at him coldly.
Herpo the Foul.
The so-called "Bleach" who once drove Ian into a state of embarrassment.
Cosmic Awareness automatically gave the information:
[Herpo: Eighth Tier·Galaxy level. Status: Weak/cursed/sealed.]
"Herpo, aren't you tired after watching it for so long?"
Ian said to Void, with a hint of joking in his tone, "Peeping is not what a god should do."
Herpo was not angry, and still maintained his enigmatic look. But in his heart, a storm had already arisen.
"In just five years... from Third Tier to Fifth Tier?"
Herpo is unbelievable. This growth rate is simply contrary to common sense. Moreover, this mortal can now penetrate Dimensional Barrier so easily and look at him, even with a provocative tone in his tone.
"Why is he so crazy?"
Herpo wants to rush out and crush this ant to death. Although he is currently in a weak state and can only exert the strength of Sixth Tier (Planetary Level), it is more than enough to crush a Fifth Tier.
But, he didn't dare.
Because he knows a secret: with the recovery of the earth's magical environment, the dimensional barrier that sealed him back then is gradually loosening.
As long as he waits for a while, he can create a clone to come and even escape from the trap.
He didn't want to take any chances before dawn.
"Cherish your last moments, mortal."
Herpo left a harsh word and took the initiative to cut off contact.
Ian withdrew his gaze and raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
"Want to wait for the main body to escape? Unfortunately, I won't give you that time."
Ian knows very well that there must be a battle between him and Herpo. This is a war about survival and Godhood.
"Since you want to play, then I will play a big game with you."
Ian turned and walked into the laboratory.
Facing the coming interstellar war and the resurgence of gods and demons, Fifth Tier's power is obviously not enough.
He needs more strength.
"Morgana, list all the plans that can quickly improve your strength."
"Okay, Master. Plan A: Go to Marvel Universe, steal Infinity Stones; Plan B: Go to Warcraft Universe, absorb Well of Eternity; Plan C..."
Ian looked at the tempting but dangerous options on the screen and fell into deep thought.
"No rush."
Ian shook his head, "Before going to the new dungeon, I have to lay a solid foundation in this world."
"It's time to plan for the future of the Arcane Empire."