Of course, he also knew perfectly well that his theories might be utterly worthless in the Great Thousand World.
But what if?
What if Dragon Nest Mountain needed some hands for odd jobs?
What if he could get close to the Dragon Clan's territory and learn more about them indirectly?
Yu Xiaogang walked through the streets of Flame City, his pace unhurried but his direction clear.
He had already made up his mind.
If the path of pill refining led nowhere, he would take another.
What had he been best at throughout his life?
Dragons.
Researching dragons.
Even if his research amounted to nothing in the Great Thousand World.
He could still start learning from scratch.
He could use the Great Thousand World's knowledge to fill out his theoretical framework anew.
He refused to believe he would be useless his entire life.
The setting sun shone through a breach in Flame City's walls, stretching his shadow long.
His shadow fell across the paving stones shattered by the shock wave, crooked and distorted, looking thoroughly bedraggled.
But that shadow was moving forward.
Step by step, it moved forward.
Just as Yu Xiaogang headed toward Flame City's northern district.
The image on the Sky Screen suddenly flickered.
The flicker was brief, lasting only an instant.
But everyone on the Douluo Continent watching the Sky Screen noticed it.
Because immediately after that flicker, the footage of Flame City that had been playing shrank and retreated into a corner of the Sky Screen.
A line of large golden text appeared in the very center of the Sky Screen.
The golden characters seemed to be written stroke by stroke out of the void, each giving off a faint halo.
Everyone raised their heads.
Across the entire continent.
More than ten billion people.
At the