Chapter 131: Mixture

Huang Ze was not drinking weapons-grade Uranium-235. After all, its concentration was far too high, and with his current alcohol tolerance—no, with his body’s current digestive capacity—he simply could not handle it.

Therefore, what he was consuming was actually 20% enriched Uranium-235, the very same nuclear fuel used in the reactors of nuclear submarines. Even so, at this concentration, Uranium-235 was clearly capable of achieving miraculous effects when used against a God-Spawn.

The black dragon took a deep, sharp breath, frantically increasing the pressure within his abdominal cavity. He attempted to tightly compress the magical elements within his body together with the Uranium-235 elements to create a devastating, hybrid damage effect. This was a clever strategy devised for the black dragon by Academician Ding and his team. Although, due to version limitations—or rather, bloodline limitations—Huang Ze, as a black dragon, could not utilize high-tier magic like Purgatory Breath or Chaos Storm, adding a "supplement" of Uranium-235 to his flame breath would undoubtedly make its power nothing to be trifled with. After all, for the transcendent beings of this world, radioactive elements were practically the equivalent of true damage.

The temperature and pressure in the black dragon's abdominal cavity rose rapidly. A terrifying annihilation reaction seemed to be occurring between the magical elements and the uranium elements, releasing massive amounts of light and heat. It became so intense that the black dragon’s belly began to turn translucent, the brilliant ball of light growing increasingly distinct, as if it might melt through his body at any moment.

"Almost there!"

Huang Ze felt his abdominal cavity nearing its limit. If he kept pushing, he might truly end up burning a hole through his own stomach. Without hesitation, he dove straight toward the God-Spawn.

The God-Spawn clearly sensed the danger. Its wildly surging body suddenly halted, and massive eyes erupted from its flesh, staring fixedly at the black dragon.

*One must not gaze upon a god!*

Huang Ze’s consciousness instantly became dazed. Although the God-Spawn was not a god in the truest sense, it clearly possessed certain divine traits! Those pairs of eyes seemed capable of exerting higher-dimensional interference. While they couldn't incinerate the black dragon’s brain, they clearly caused his performance to plummet.

"Good thing I’ve been to the Astral Realm, or I might have really fallen for your trap!"

Huang Ze had long prepared for such a move. He decisively summoned a massive bolt of lightning from his heart and struck himself with it! Although the mysterious Astral Dragon had never spoken to him, Huang Ze had gained some vague insights from the dense clusters of eyes on that entity. The "inability to gaze upon a god" was likely a form of mental corruption; their form of existence had already exceeded the limits of a normal biological brain's cognition. If one accidentally beheld their true form, it would be like a computer catching a virus, immediately flooded with Trojan horses, leading not only to a core system crash but potentially the self-destruction of the hardware—a dual destruction of both mind and body.

However, dragons are transcendent beings; their mental resistance is far greater than that of ordinary creatures. Furthermore, Huang Ze had traveled to the Astral Realm and already possessed such psychological conditioning. Faced with the "Death Gaze" of the God-Spawn, he immediately shocked his own brain with lightning to trigger a reboot. Lightning is the purest form of energy, capable of purging various curses and pollutants. After this electric therapy, the black dragon felt clear-headed and refreshed, immediately resuming his charge toward the God-Spawn.

Seeing that the black dragon hadn't fallen for it, the God-Spawn grew visibly anxious. It widened its eyes until they nearly popped out, trying to increase the radiation power of its death rays to bring the damned black dragon down. Huang Ze, however, was not panicked; he even felt a desire to laugh. No matter how intense the God-Spawn’s pollution was, he only needed to shock his own head with a bolt of lightning to regain his senses.

"ROAR!"

The black dragon’s dive was swift, giving the God-Spawn no chance to change tactics. He unleashed a breath of Uranium-235 directly onto its head, then flapped his wings and retreated.

"Wooooaaaah..."

The God-Spawn let out a shrill, ghostly wail, like a low-level life form doused in concentrated sulfuric acid. The flesh on its body began to rot rapidly, emitting plumes of black smoke. It clumsily tried to pat out the flames with its dozen or so incompletely evolved arms, but instead of succeeding, it only caused the fire to spread further, accelerating the collapse of its body.

"No way... is dragon breath spiked with Uranium-235 really this terrifying?"

Huang Ze felt a tremor of fear himself. Through his Eye of Truth, he could clearly see that these flames were not just burning the God-Spawn’s body, but were consuming its dark, chaotic soul—much like gasoline catching fire, it was spiraling out of control.

Perhaps realizing that its collapse was inevitable, the God-Spawn suddenly stopped struggling and stood up, its body engulfed in raging flames.

"What is this?"

Huang Ze felt a sudden, massive sense of pressure. He quickly fled a dozen kilometers away, thinking the creature was about to self-destruct.

Yet it didn't. The raging flames seemed to purge the God-Spawn’s chaotic consciousness, separating the entities from their aggregated state. Eight flaming Titan spirits suddenly appeared in the black dragon’s field of vision. These eight Titan spirits glared at the black dragon with cold eyes full of contempt and hatred, then suddenly knelt on one knee, loudly chanting incantations that Huang Ze could not understand, as if performing some kind of ritual.

"Seriously? Can we follow the basic rules, please? You guys are already dead!"

Huang Ze found this unacceptable. Why could these guys still pull such stunts even after death? It was too much of a foul—couldn't the God of Death or the Underworld Gods come and manage this? Or perhaps, the spirits of Titans were not part of the material world’s system and were exempt from the management of the Death gods?

"Just watching isn't the solution; I have to find a way to stop them!"

Huang Ze had a bad premonition. These Titan spirits were either calling for reinforcements or preparing some mysterious ritual against him. He couldn't just sit by and wait. Assessing his remaining "stock" in his stomach, he felt he had enough for one more blast. He decisively continued to turbocharge his abdominal cavity, intending to hit them with another heavy blow.

However, contrary to Huang Ze’s expectations, the Titans did not summon anyone. Instead, they "summoned" themselves out of existence—they opened a portal of light leading directly into the earth and vanished into it.

This left Huang Ze fuming with nowhere to vent his energy, and he could only spray his remaining fire onto the remains of the God-Spawn, helping it undergo a secondary cremation. He dared not take the residue left behind by the God-Spawn back to the Xia Academy of Sciences for study. After all, even he, a powerful black dragon, could barely handle this stuff; heaven knows what kind of pollution ordinary researchers would suffer when facing it. It was safer to destroy it completely.

"So, I only destroyed the bodies of these Titans, but not their souls?"

"Damn it... if that’s the case, isn't that just too cheap?"

Huang Ze deactivated his brain's overclocking state and landed on a small hillside nearby. As he recovered, he summarized his gains and losses. Despite winning a major victory, he felt uneasy; he had a nagging suspicion that these Titans were not that simple.

"Mr. Deus... Mr. Deus, are you hurt?"

Although the young red dragon hadn't participated in the battle, as a powerful transcendent being, she had clearly witnessed the entire event—the fact that in those few dozen seconds, the black dragon had fought a terrifying war against a God-Spawn! Seeing the black dragon lying on the ground looking half-dead, she rushed over.

"I'm fine... can you stop being so alarmist? You're a 'young lady' who’s lived for nearly a thousand years, after all!"

The black dragon shifted slightly to make room for her, retorting with a touch of annoyance.

"I'm not old, I'm young!"

Seeing the black dragon constantly harp on her age, the little red dragon grew anxious. "Mr. Deus, for a sentient being, we cannot conflate chronological age with psychological age. Some sentient beings can live for ten thousand years, but if they haven't received an education or gained life experience, they have no life wisdom to speak of. Such beings, even if they live for a millennium, will remain psychologically young and naive!"

"Are you one of those, Red Dragon Matriarch?" Huang Ze glanced at her sideways.

"I wasn't before... but I am now!" the little red dragon said without hesitation. "After meeting you, Mr. Deus, I realized that the hundreds of years I lived before were all in vain. Those memories and experiences didn't bring me beautiful recollections; instead, they became my annoyance and burden. So, I decided to seal away my past memories, change my mindset, relax, and start a new dragon life!"

"Really?" Huang Ze looked at her with surprise. "Don't lie to me. I hate little female dragons who lie!"

"Alright... actually, it wasn't just after meeting you, Mr. Deus, but after I came into contact with the civilization of the Xia people." The little red dragon rested her head on the black dragon’s claw, looking somewhat lost. "For a while, I loved reading the philosophical books of the Xia people, to the point where I often confused my own mind and developed strong doubts about my past dragon life."

"...Mr. Deus... do you think the 'you' of the past and the 'you' of the present are the same dragon?"

The little red dragon asked this question suddenly, then, without waiting for the black dragon to answer, she continued, "I don't think so... because the existence of 'I' is very immediate and idealistic. The past 'me' and the current 'me' have huge differences in thought, personality, and cognition; it's hard to achieve a dialectical unification."

"If you were to place me and her together across time and space, we wouldn't just fail to be friends—we would easily become enemies who despise or even hate each other! Because we couldn't accept each other's ways!"

"..."

Huang Ze was speechless. To be able to ponder such questions, it seemed the red dragon’s neural pathways had truly gone a bit awry.

"...Philosophy is a complex thing; you'd better read less of it."

Huang Ze couldn't help but advise her. He was still counting on the little red dragon to work for him, so he didn't want her to actually study her brain into a stupor.

"Mm! Mm!" the little red dragon said obediently. "I stopped reading them a long time ago. Those things hurt my brain if I read too much. I prefer reading Xia web novels now... I have to say, their imagination is truly rich!"

"..."

Huang Ze had nothing to say. He finally understood why she had accepted "Xia-ification" so quickly; it turned out she had fooled herself into a corner and fallen into the deep pit of web literature—it was hard not to be assimilated by Xia culture.

However, Huang Ze didn't lecture her. After all, for the nation of Xia, this wasn't a bad thing.

"...You saw everything that happened just now, right?" Huang Ze turned to the serious matter. "Is it really that easy for a God-Spawn to form in the material world?"

"Not really," the little red dragon became serious as well. "A God-Spawn is an extremely extreme product. The conditions for their formation are actually quite harsh; otherwise, with all the ambitious schemers in the Abyss and the Hells, they would have turned the material world into a mess with God-Spawns long ago."

"Then how did that one appear?" Huang Ze asked, puzzled. "Do Titans who die often turn into God-Spawns?"

"Never heard of it... the probability should be quite low." Titans were the natural enemies of dragons, and the little red dragon clearly had some knowledge of them. "However, I seem to have heard that Titans possess a secret technique to actively form God-Spawns, which seems to require a great deal of preparation."

"Perhaps these Titans were carrying some unspeakable secret, and you just happened to run into them, Mr. Deus, forcing them to turn into a God-Spawn."

*An unspeakable secret... doesn't this mean they were targeting our Xia nation, trying to stir up some major trouble?*

Huang Ze had a sudden realization and asked, "I felt that those Titans were dead beyond a doubt, so why was their soul state so stable, and why could they create a teleportation portal to escape?"

"Could it be that these guys are truly immortal and have a way to resurrect?"

"It seems so!" The little red dragon turned grave. "Mr. Deus, Titans were once a god-race. This isn't them boasting; in the universe they come from, that is truly the case! Even after coming here, many of their traits were not stripped away. For example, their life and death are not governed by the Death or Underworld gods; they reached some kind of bargain with the Earth Mother, allowing them to return to her divine kingdom and resurrect continuously."

"In other words, the Titan race has never changed; they have always been that same original group!"

"Of course, this resurrection is not without a price. That is, every time they resurrect, they must go through years or even decades of slumber, and their power will continuously decline."

"However, I have heard that there are a few old Titans who have never died. Their power has never been weakened, and they are not a whit inferior to some higher divine powers."