In the enormous space, comparable to a soccer field, the Black Dragon's head occupied more than half the area. On the other side stood the various Dungeon creatures who had just descended from above the shaft.
Black Goats, Dark Giant Bears, and Spiked Beetles huddled along the edges, frightened yet curious.
More creatures continued to pour down the shaft's stairs, including curious Orcs with unusually bold dispositions. They all wanted to meet the creator of organ transplantation, and even more, to see the legendary Black Dragon.
After all, not every creature had a chance to see a Great Dragon.
Perhaps the Dungeon procession had simply grown too large, for even quite a few Elves and Dwarves could be spotted among them.
The presence of Elves genuinely surprised the other creatures. Their race rarely attended viewing events on the continent, much less gatherings of this kind.
This was only the beginning. At this rate, many more surface dwellers would come underground.
Sitting on the Black Dragon's ear, Li Ziran inwardly shook his head. These creatures would not actually get to see much. He still did not understand the Great Dragon's physical condition and had never intended to perform an organ transplant in the first place. He could not imagine any creature possessing organs superior to the Black Dragon's own.
He would modify the dragon using the elements he had only recently learned to control, injecting trace elements to induce mutations in its organs.
Without a grounding in the relevant elemental theory, all anyone would see was a confusing jumble of appearances.
That was also why he did not mind so many creatures watching. If this had truly been an organ transplant, he would have needed quiet and would never have allowed such a large audience.
Time passed. Within two days, the