After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 240 Old Dreams Bloom
The cloud of calamity, which is far more terrifying than the thunder calamity of destroying the world, gathers above the Canglan Continent.

The sky blue Canglan Dragon roared towards Jieyun, and the sea water outside the Canglan Continent behind him also condensed into a huge Canglan Dragon and let out a roar.

Unexpectedly, looking at the scene in front of him, the power of rules fluttered in his body.

She can't make a move.

This is the true way of heaven, and it is liquidating the merits and demerits of the ancient Canglan clan.

Canglanlong, whose figure covered the sky and the sun, just stared indifferently at the thunder that was condensing above, and after roaring, it didn't make any other movements.

In fact, Song Jingmo is still digesting the huge memory that appeared in the soul during the transformation.

She seems to have absorbed many fragments of memories, those memories are messy, but each piece of memory seems to be a life of a living being.

It looked a little strange, but gradually felt a sense of familiarity.

Song Jingmo thought of the conversation he heard when he was still in the pool of transformation, and his expression was calm.

Among other things, she would not have fallen today just relying on her merits and luck.

This is the moment when she is at her most auspicious.

The thunder light flickered, and Canglanlong looked straight at the thunder cloud above, as if staring at some kind of supreme existence.

"Auras from many planes are exhausted, do you still insist on awakening those ancient dragons?"

"It's not up to me to decide."

"My decision has always been to leave the choice of whether to live in the hands of my people."

"Instead of watching them die silently without knowing anything."

"That's the least painful way to die."

"Too many ancient races died in pain due to the exhaustion of spiritual energy."

"They can choose to be reincarnated into a race that can continue their life without the need for spiritual energy, or they can continue to sleep and wait for the day when the spiritual energy is revived."

"I can't decide for them whether they live or die."

The robbery clouds surged, the thunder roared, and the lightning flashed from time to time, illuminating the area brighter.

"If this is your final decision, then so be it."

After a while, the mighty thunder calamity slowly dissipated, and Canglanlong turned around amidst the shimmering thunder, staring at the sea-blue continent.

Canglan Continent, she is back.

She will wake up those sleeping clansmen and send them into reincarnation.

The blood gurgled out, flowing through the formation lines little by little, awakening the ancient formation.

With the opening of the tomb guard formation, the dust-covered history of the Canglan Ancient Clan was also revealed.

Song Jingmo stared at the tomb door in front of him, and pressed the wounded palm on it.

The tomb guarding formation was opened, and the tomb spirits in the tomb had already felt the familiar aura. When the palm touched the stone gate, the stone gate opened slowly with that gentle force.

"Patriarch...you are finally back..." The dragon souls who had just woken up from a deep sleep were all in the form of young dragons, and they swarmed over to Song Jingmo, who looked like a human.

Unexpectedly, seeing these ancient dragon souls of the Canglan ancient clan who were weakened into a young form in their deep sleep, their golden eyes darkened.

The Shenlong clan is more like the patriarch of the entire dragon clan, and has the obligation and responsibility to rescue the endangered dragon clan, especially the ancient dragon clan.

This is why the Shenlong Domain exists.

In a world where spiritual power is constantly depleting, create a suitable environment for these races that rely on high concentrations of spiritual energy to survive.

"Patriarch, I feel like I've been asleep for a long time—" A pink dragon soul rubbed into Song Jingmo's arms. The scales of the dragon soul were gradually pink, like a baby dragon carved out of pink crystal, extremely delicate and beautiful.

"How did you get smaller?"

Song Jingmo embraced the solid and light dragon soul, which was the youngest ancient dragon that fell into a deep sleep that year.

The scales are beautiful pink, and I really like the color of my scales.

Now they exist in the form of dragon souls, and their bodies are frozen. When they enter reincarnation, those frozen dragon bodies will dissipate, and the remaining energy will be fed back to Canglan Continent.

"I came back late." Song Jingmo gently raised his hand and touched the head of the dragon cub in his arms, and replied softly.

There are hundreds of frozen Canglan dragons in the dragon tomb, which are also the original bodies of these dragon souls.

"Patriarch, you are tired." A water-blue dragon soul sighed in the voice of a vicissitudes uncle.

"Cang Er, I think you've been sleeping for too long and your skin is itchy." Song Jingmo has always disliked such nonsense.

The water blue dragon soul called Cang Er laughed.

"I haven't seen you for many years. You have changed, and we have also changed. It's so close and emotional."

"This time the time is tight and the task is heavy. Hurry up. Those who want to continue to be the Canglan Dragon should move to the right. Those who want to be reincarnated into other races should move to the left."

All the dragon souls stayed where they were, and the dragon souls surrounded Song Jingmo in an attitude of dependence.

"We are Canglanosaurus, if we can be Canglanlong, why should we give up our own race?"

"After reincarnation, your body will become extremely weak, and you will have to go through transformations again and again before you can reach half of your previous strength."

"If you reincarnate into another race, you may be weaker, and you may not live to be an adult."

"With the patriarch here, we are not afraid of anything."

"Hmm! Don't be afraid of anything!"

Unexpectedly, standing at the entrance, looking at the scene inside, suddenly understood why the patriarch made such a choice.

The Canglan Ancient Clan is extremely united to protect its weaknesses, even if Song Jingmo has reincarnated many times, this is the same.

Therefore, when these Canglan dragons are alive, they are willing to trust their patriarch wholeheartedly, freeze their bodies, and fall into a deep sleep in the formation.

It is also a deep sleep, one dies quietly in a deep sleep, and the other waits to be awakened in a deep sleep.

They chose the second option without hesitation, even though the second choice was extremely risky and the possibility of dying in a deep sleep was not much lower than the former, they still firmly chose to trust the patriarch.

That's their patriarch.

The patriarch they chose, the favorite and the most trusted.

Song Jingmo touched the heads of the dragon souls one by one, took them into the small world of Wanshouzhu, and closed the tomb again.

"Let's go, it's time to go back."

The Canglan Continent belongs to the past glory of the Canglan Ancient Clan, and they want to live in the present and in the future.

After the transformation was completed, Song Jingmo was recognized by the remaining consciousness of the Canglan Continent. It took her a while to temporarily refine the Canglan Continent into a small world.

Luo Lan and Li Cang didn't know how to face Song Jingmo.

They claimed to be Song Jingmo's parents, because they had carefully hatched that dragon egg and devoted all their love to the child.

Now, guilt and love are entangled, making them depressed.

"You have done what you can, and that's enough." Song Jingmo looked at the shrinking small world of Canglan Continent, and said in a flat tone.

It was extremely difficult for them to survive, not to mention that Luo Lan and Li Cang had tried their best.

All I can say is that it can't happen.

She doesn't need the role of parents, and the guilt of Li Cang and Luo Lan is unnecessary in her opinion.

I think so, but I can't say that.

Just as he was about to rush from the lost land to the wasteland, a huge black and white dumpling tore apart the space and appeared in front of Song Jingmo.

"So it was you." Tuanzi muttered.

Black and White Tuanzi raised one of his front paws, looking gently at the old man in front of him who was very different from before and seemed to have not changed anywhere.

Song Jingmo reached out and patted the fluffy front paw.

"Let's go, let's go home together."

"Come up, sit still, grab it, and go back." Tuanzi snorted arrogantly, twisted his body, and let Song Jingmo sit on its back first.

After a few jumps, the rest of the people sat on the back of the dumpling easily.

Dumplings are round, but also fluffy.

The fur is very long, and the outer layer of hair is a little hard, so it can be more comfortable to sit on if you pull it away with your hands.

After confirming that there were quite a few passengers on his back and that they were all seated firmly, Tuanzi turned around and tore open the space passage, jumped into the unclosed passage, and ran quickly.

When it started running, the fur on its body turned into waves.

Song Jingmo lay on the back of the dumpling, releasing his spiritual power to support the protection, so that the dumpling could save some energy.

The scene passing quickly around the space channel is extremely strange, and the feeling of quickly traveling through space is not very pleasant.

But when I think about going back to the world where I can live with my clansmen and friends for a long time, I feel very happy.

The past has been connected by a thread, Song Jingmo looked at the small worlds passing by, and slowly reviewed the memories belonging to the first life.

At that time, her name was Jingmo, and she was an ancient dragon with the darkest scales among the Canglan ancient clan.

The color of the scales does not mean the talent or the level of cultivation. It is just that in a group where most of the people are all kinds of blue, the appearance of a jet-black dragon will inevitably attract more attention.

Jingmo grew up in the care of the ethnic group.

The ancient dragons of the Canglan Ancient Clan did not force their offspring to conceive naturally. Dragon eggs would appear in the dragon blood spring in the clan area, and the dragon eggs would be kept warm in them.

Until a dragon soul chooses the dragon egg to live in, the dragon egg will start to absorb the blood energy in the dragon's blood spring, slowly accumulating strength, and when the strength is accumulated enough, the young dragon will break the eggshell by itself.

Once the eggshell is broken, it floats to the surface of the water.

The dragon cubs sit in the eggshells and eat the eggshells. After eating the eggshells, they soak in the Dragon’s Blood Spring until a dragon clan finds a newborn baby dragon, fishes it out and brings it back, so that they can be willing to raise it as a partner. The couple of the young dragons choose to raise them.

Choice is a two-way choice.

When Jingmo broke its shell, the patriarch of the ancient Canglan tribe happened to be guarding the dragon's blood spring at that time, and happened to notice that a young dragon broke its shell.

When the patriarch saw the pure black young dragon, he was surprised and liked it very much.

So the patriarch took Jingmo back to raise him himself.

But the thoughts of each dragon clan have nothing to do with delicateness, and this patriarch is even more rough, so he doesn't know how to raise dragon cubs.

All he knew was that if he took the broken dragon cub out of the dragon's blood pool and brought it back, the dragon cub would grow up.

At that time, before Jing Mo had time to eat his own eggshell, he was taken away by Lianhu and the dragon.

The patriarch is not smart at all, he is even a little dumb.

He watched Jing Mo eat the eggshell very deliciously, and broke off a piece of eggshell himself to taste it.

One piece didn't taste much, so I broke off the second piece easily.

Then came the third piece and the fourth piece. It wasn't until he and the dragon cub Jingmo grabbed the last piece of eggshell at the same time that he woke up and snatched the cub's ration.

But the patriarch didn't feel guilty, he continued to smash his mouth, staring at the eggshell in the claw of the dragon cub, which was as big as his fist, aftertaste the taste of the eggshell, and then opened his mouth without any psychological burden : "This eggshell is not delicious, why don't you give it to me?"

At that time, the dragon cub hugged the eggshell tightly and quickly finished eating the eggshell before protecting his own rations.

It is safest to eat it in your stomach.

Later, other dragon clans in the clan knew that the patriarch had raised a little dragon cub, and they all expressed their uneasiness towards the patriarch.

Jing Mo didn't eat the whole eggshell, and was a little weak when he was a cub, and even started to lose color.

Just like adding water to the ink, the color will become lighter, and the scales of Jingmo began to fade, as if there was no ink.

Canglanlong, who loves this hapless little cub very much, will visit Jingmo every day and bring her some fruits, spiritual herbs and gems that contain sufficient energy and nutrition.

But the scales of Jingmo are still fading day by day, turning itself into a mosaic-style ink painting.

At this time, the patriarch only realized later that he had broken a big deal.

The eggshell is a pure energy crystal, which is the energy absorbed by the dragon egg during the development process that is more in line with its own constitution.

Only when the egg shells are eaten can the dragon cubs pass through the shell-breaking period smoothly.

Fortunately, he is such a big-headed dragon, and he even grabs eggshells from the dragon cubs.

The adult Canglan dragons of the whole clan laughed at this unreliable patriarch, while doing their best to find a way to replenish energy for the young dragons.

In the end, there was really no other way, and the patriarch put Jing Mo back to Longxuequan.

"For the dragon eggs in this dragon's blood spring, you can eat whichever one you like, or two, and I owe you." The patriarch said something, and the dragon cub, Jingmo, didn't pay attention to him.

She could feel the breath of life in the dragon's egg, and she didn't want to eat the eggshells of other dragon cubs.

She gulped down a few mouthfuls of dragon blood spring water and let herself sink to the bottom.

The unreliable Raising Dragon thought she was playing in the Dragon's Blood Spring, but when the clan leader came over and asked him why he stayed here, the patriarch said that he sent Jing Mo to soak in the Dragon's Blood Spring.

Send cubs to bubble dragon blood spring?What about the cub?

Another mess.

Later, Jing Mo grew up in this unreliable patriarch's territory, who occasionally remembered to prepare rations for the cubs, under the care of other elders of the same clan who couldn't stand the patriarch's raising cubs. .

All the Canglan dragons find it incredible that such an unreliable dragon as patriarch Cang Mu has raised a dragon that is serious about everything and every word.

Although they all knew that the dragon's survival and growth had nothing to do with Cang Mu.

But this does not prevent them from subjectively thinking that this is the credit of Cang Mu.

After all, Cang Mu brought Jing Mo back to raise him.

Later, the catastrophe of the Canglan Ancient Clan came without a sound.

There was nothing unusual at the beginning, the catastrophe came during the cold rose season, which is the season when Canglanlong loves to sleep most.

Many Canglanosaurus died in their sleep.

Cang Mu noticed the abnormality, he braced his tired body, and reiterated to his tribe over and over again not to sleep in the cold rose season.

The cold rose season is not friendly to Canglanosaurus, the cold temperature will freeze the sea area, and the spiritual power of Canglanlong will become stagnant.

Canglanosaurus doesn't like the cold rose season, so it usually builds its nest in advance to sleep in the cold rose season.

Cang Mu died before the end of the cold rose season.

He died of exhaustion. Before he died, he passed the position of patriarch to Jing Mo, together with his worries about the fate of the clan and his expectation that Jing Mo would lead the Canglan Ancient Clan out of the predicament. tribe.

According to the Canglan Ancient Clan, he was her father when he brought her home from the Dragon's Blood Spring.

But he didn't fulfill his father's responsibilities, instead he put his own responsibilities on her shoulders.

He finally knew what guilt was.

If there is an afterlife, he must make up for it...

Jing Mo didn't know what Cang Mu was thinking before she died. Accompanied by her clansmen, she presided over the reincarnation and restoration ceremony for Cang Mu. As the magic circle lit up, an ignorant soul whose memory was sealed began to wander aimlessly .

Later, she gradually discovered that the deep sleep of the clansmen was not a disease, but the truth of the catastrophe that heaven had brought to the ancient Canglan clan.

At that time, there were not many old Canglanosaurs left, and most of them were Canglanosaurs of the same generation as Jingmo.

They believed in the patriarch and were willing to obey Jingmo's arrangements, even if they died because of it, they would have no complaints.

……

The wheel of fortune is turning, compiling the past into a thick book.

The seed that was planted early has bloomed in the book today.

(End of this chapter)