The ancestors of the Three-Tailed Monkeys had once discovered this sort of monster. In their native language, they called it a "dragon"!
"Dragons" enjoyed the Sacred Mountain's favor. Any creature that attacked a "dragon" would suffer the Sacred Mountain's curse!
Now, more than once, a "dragon" had been killed instantly by a bolt of lightning, yet the Sacred Mountain had never sent down its supposed "curse." The monkeys were quite shaken.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak (Are you all right, Sun Wukong rhino?)" the large monkey leading them suddenly asked.
The other monkeys nodded, their expressions somewhat solemn.
"I'm perfectly fine!" Hearing about this so-called "curse," Zhang Ming flexed his biceps and laughed. "As long as I'm strong enough, a curse isn't worth a damn."
They were no fools. They understood deeply how precious the knowledge they had learned along the way was... In other words, it might be more detailed and comprehensive than the knowledge their ancestors had gathered through exploration!
Naturally, Old Zhang had no idea what the monkeys were chattering about. He froze the entire corpse and said to Stone Mama, "Actually, once these unintelligent species reach their species' upper limits, their potential is exhausted."
"Only intelligent civilizations have limitless potential. They can create glorious cultures and bring even greater miracles into being."
"Unless this world can nurture powerful monsters on the level of Divine Beasts, its potential can't compare to that of a true intelligent civilization."
"You're still young, little volcano."
"I collected some interest from you, but I've also done you a small favor by helping you cultivate the Three-Tailed Monkeys. Now we're even."
Stone Mama sneered: (How do you know it can't nurture a Divine Beast?)
Zhang Ming said seriously, "Because I haven't sensed anything stronger than this lizard. Unless you, old comrade Stone Mama, find