Tasting the bloody Black Medicine Egg was like a riverbed that had dried up for months, and began to frantically suck all the water sources that came close to it.

And the thin lines on its surface are like mouths waiting to be fed, one bite after another.

Thin lines draw viscous blood and climb from the bottom up, spreading through the gaps in the rubble on the surface. The cracked rough stone turned into a demon stone full of blood veins in the blink of an eye.

As the thin thread sucked more blood, the incomparably hard black medicine egg gradually showed signs of melting.

It is already a miracle that the blood of the black dragon that is wrapped in gravel and fused with it can seep out and remain in the form of thin lines today, thousands of years later.

And the signs of melting now are even more shocking in comparison.

After all, although the people of the world knew that the ancient dragon clan had ruled the entire Central Plains, they also knew that there were occasional precedents for the human race to obtain its inheritance in the thousands of years of later generations.

But no one ever mentions how to get the inheritance.

Now, one of the thousands of ways to pass on the lineage, the bloodline has come here.

The lucky Fang Ming did not get everything as easily as the world dreamed, but endured pain that he had never experienced before.

From the moment the black medicine egg approached the wound, he never stopped twitching and moaning.

"Ah~ it hurts...... It hurts...... Uhhhh

In the end, it is the ancient black dragon essence blood, even if it has been thousands of years, its power is not something that mortals can easily bear.

Fortunately, the melting speed of the black medicine egg slowly increases with the increase in the amount of blood sucked, and the time of pain is correspondingly shortened.

Gradually, Fang Ming began to stop moaning. Instead, the convulsions intensified.

It wasn't until a whole black medicine egg had completely melted and stuck to the wound like a dogskin plaster that he stopped shaking completely. And he, slumped on the bed, was like a plaster.

"How...... So...... Black?...... Where is it?" In his sleep, Fang Ming had a dream.

It's like a dream drowning in an inkwell.

In the dream, it was pitch black around him, and he only felt dizzy and his limbs were heavy.

Sometimes it sinks like swimming in the bottom of an inkwell, and there is no desire to explore, but it can't rise for a while. Sometimes it's like being crushed under a mountain that doesn't have a top of the mountain, and you can't move.

He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt as bloated and heavy as mercury. And the thought that there might be water and mud squinting his eyes after opening his eyes forced him to give up the idea even more.

He struggled to lower his arm, and found that his surroundings were not as dense as he had imagined.

Then he deployed more strength, if not all, but half of his body still existed.

He tried to gather as much strength as he could on his left arm, trying to gamble if he could move a short distance or make him move. only to find that the power was surging to the right side, and the right arm that was squeezed was sore and swollen.

He endured the erosion of soreness, trying to regain control of the five fingers of his right hand one by one, but he felt like he had caught something in the chaos.

Like a thick, hard trunk. He could even feel the frustration and obstruction caused by the rough bark rubbing against his fingers.

"What is this???," he whispered softly.

"Bold!"

Suddenly, a rough voice followed closely behind Fang Ming, letting out a roar like a bell, followed by a gust of wind howling.

"You...... Who is it?" Fang Ming was startled by this voice at first, but asked in surprise and joy. "This ...... Where is it?"

Although his heart was full of eagerness and curiosity, it was extremely difficult to say the words when they came to his lips.

It's like stuffing your head in a honey pot, not only does your speech become stiff, but even your thinking becomes a lot slower.

And the owner of the voice didn't seem to be much better, and it also took a long time to react.

"You...... Don't know who I am?"

It's still the same tone, although it's clearly become kind.

"Me?" Fang Ming was puzzled. "I ...... No...... I know. Moreover...... Over here...... It's so dark again......"

The wind is still howling, strong and weak. It's like a breath from an ancient behemoth, methodical......

"What about you...... What are you doing touching me?" the voice sounded again, much more eager than before.

"Touch your ......" Fang Ming was puzzled.

Without waiting for Fang Ming to think about it, a crackling sound of broken bones suddenly sounded.

Along with the voice, there was a blinding white light.

It may not be polite to call it light. Because where it shines, everything has no color.

Is it illuminating the heavens and the earth, or is the darkness between the heavens and the earth receding?

This question is not very important anymore.

Because as the white spreads, the darkness shrinks. A black loach-like behemoth slowly emerged from the darkness in front of it. Fang Ming's hand was on its strong giant claws like eagle claws.

"Stinky boy, have you ever seen a dragon?"

"Dragon!"

Fang Ming's heart trembled suddenly, so frightened that he hurriedly retracted the hand that was grasping the giant claw.

While suppressing his already turbulent heart, he couldn't help but blink, wanting to take a closer look.

In the blink of an eye, he suddenly realized a problem. Before he even opened his eyes, he could even see the obvious change from blurry to clear when his eyelids were lifted.

He just kept looking and looking up, this black giant beast standing in front of him, this behemoth that called itself "Dragon".

"It's been a thousand years! I almost forgot what color I was!" the dragon grumbled.

Through the eyes of the dragon, Fang Ming saw himself inside, standing in a white light, with snow-white hair, snow-white body, and snow-white clothes, connected to this snow-white heaven and earth.

It's like a drop of milk falling into a milk pool. No one can say who is whiter than whom......

And what was incompatible with all this was the pitch black in front of him, the black beast like a loach.

At this time, it has become more and more angular. The black beard, the black horns, the black scales, the black feet, and even the claw-like nails on the feet are as black as ink.

"Dragon?" Fang Ming involuntarily spat out a word.

"It's a black dragon. The dragon replied.

"Black Dragon ......" "Where is this? Is it a dream?"

"It's a dream, it's a dream for the two of us. ”

"A dream for the two of us?"

"I felt it, it was powerful. ”

"What?"

"The person you respect the most, the old man with the white beard. Very powerful......"

"What? How do you know about me?"

"Didn't you notice that the world was white, you went from yellow to white, and I was black. ”

"Why is this happening? I'm not me?"

"You are you, and I am darkness. After the black dragon finished speaking, he suddenly rolled his body. The whole body is like ink, like a vine that almost wants to fly into the sky......

"I am me...... And you are ...... darkness," Fang Ming repeated repeatedly.

"Don't think about it, you'll never figure it out. Let's enjoy it!" "The greatest bloodline of the Ancient Black Dragons, the Black Dragons of the Hell, does not sow darkness as you think, but creates light. All colors, in front of my hell, are white ......."

"It's all white ......" Fang Ming didn't understand the meaning of this sentence for a while, and when he looked up again, he found that the so-called "Xuanhell Black Dragon" had suddenly disappeared.

As the black dragon disappeared, a fine swirl-like embroidery appeared on Fang Ming's right wrist.

The whirlpool is both static and moving, radiating magic like a rattle.