The instant he heard the voice in his mind, Tang San froze briefly, then whipped his head toward the depths of the cave. A pair of enormous golden slit pupils suddenly lit up there. As the dragon's previously closed eyes opened, brilliant golden light illuminated the cave.
Holy shit?
He instinctively exchanged a glance with Grandmaster, seeing the same astonishment in the other man's eyes, and a sudden chill ran down his back.
Looks like I underestimated that mutated Thunder God Dragon again...
What happened to twenty thousand years? Soul beasts transmitting their voices was actually pretty normal. Take the Thunderclap Hellvine, with its ancient Thunder God bloodline-it possessed intelligence from birth. Ordinary soul beasts could speak human language at around fifty thousand years, and if a twenty- or thirty-thousand-year-old one had some unusual experiences, transmitting its voice was perfectly reasonable.
But why was it so fluent? And judging by its words, it sounded pretty polite, too?
Wait, Thunder God Dragon... could this thing have something to do with the Thunder God's bloodline as well?
Tang San's eyelid twitched as he struggled to recall the descriptions in the illustrated guide Grandmaster had given him.
There really did seem to be a legend claiming that after the Thunder God fell in an ancient war between gods, his blood had nourished Thunderclap Hellvines at the site of his death, giving them a trace of his bloodline from birth.
That raised a question. If he remembered correctly, true dragons bearing the same name as the Thunder God Dragon had existed in ancient times. The present-day lesser dragons were their degenerated descendants. Apparently, because of rules laid down by some brain-dead idiot who had committed suicide for love, or some other factors, no true dragons remained in the world-at least openly.
*So could this