"Era 52: The sign of mankind's transition from ignorance to wisdom is the application of tools. When the flame was stolen by the gods and given to humans, humans gained the ability to access the gods. The condensation of the flame brings light, and the focus of the water source brings darkness, but the end of the flame is not light, and the end of the water source is not darkness. - "Dragonborn"

"The fall of mankind is nothing more than the guidance of these seven demons. Gluttony, greed, laziness, anger, pride, eccentricity, and jealousy. But in the long course of history, human beings have never been able to pay attention to the eighth demon, and they have always thought that as long as their hearts yearn for light, the first seven demons will not erode their minds. But if the eighth demon is contaminated, even the gods cannot save it. It's just—despair!"—"Dark Book"

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Shock!

Mania!

Restlessness!

Incomparably shocked, manic, and restless, like a magician manipulating a marionette, manipulating the little emperor who was looking upwards at the soles of the dragon's gates.

The Yanding Stone, which was already as silent as if it had run out of oil and dried up, and seemed to be about to annihilate and dissipate at any time, still contained such fanatical power.

The little emperor thought that if he smashed upwards with all his strength and briefly sent the Yanding Stone into that ring, the tall and mighty dragon gate would open like an ordinary gate.

But he never expected that Yan Dingshi would have a power that transcended the universe.

"That's, that's, that's light, that's light!" exclaimed, the little emperor exclaimed, and repeated hurriedly.

The moment the flame stone above his head touched the raised ring at the dragon's gate, it emitted a thick demonic power from the flames.

The demonic source power in the Yanding Stone seemed to have some kind of call and resonance with the demonic source power in the little emperor's body, so that under the inspiration of no external force, nearly half of the flames in the little emperor's body were extracted and gathered towards the center of the giant gate.

The flame was like a dancing spirit, and in an instant it was like a graceful dancer of the empire, and after dancing the dance of fire and life, it, the Flame Stone, gathered the flame into it again, and emitted a strong flash of light that transcended any human world.

It's like an angel coming!

In an instant, within the light that was already surrounding the ruins of the dragon clan, another barrier belonging to the light was constructed.

In a short time, as the Flame Stone completely merged into the raised hemispherical ring, the Dragon Gate finally moved its seemingly lifeless body again, emitting a violent ripple outward.

Rumble!

The ripples were like the most powerful cannonballs in the Flame Empire sparkling their power outward.

Fortunately, the little emperor had already prepared, and the flame shield formed by the remaining half of the flame demon source power in his body could just be offset by the wave of impact.

Bang!

An exceptionally crisp sound of striking instantly lingered in the ears of the little emperor and everyone behind him.

It was the sound of a flame shield breaking.

But fortunately, the flame shield dissolved all the surrounding forces, and the ripples that seemed to be able to split people in two only knocked the little emperor back a few meters, and it no longer had any aggressiveness.

"Your Majesty!"

Seeing this scene, the surrounding imperial soldiers exclaimed in surprise, and hurriedly stepped forward to catch the little emperor.

However, it was not everyone in ordinary soldier's uniform who was in front of him to hold him steady on the left and right.

"Whew!" the little emperor breathed a long sigh of relief, and after stabilizing his breath slightly, he let the two people around him help him up from the warm ground.

The young man on the left who was wearing a gray uniform and was incompatible with the imperial style he recognized was Ye Mingyuan, an important person who participated in the opening of Long Qing and the Dragon Gate this time, and the person on the right was a young man who seemed to be the same age as Ye Mingyuan.

"My father loved green, which I never expected. The little emperor teased inwardly.

However, he had not forgotten what was going on, and the center of the Dragon's Gate had been filled with the Stone of Flame and its fierce light.

The bulging hemisphere was already in the shape of a soaring dragon.

As time ticked by, the dragon spun in place faster than a second.

The little emperor knew that when the dragon in the hole of the dragon gate key completed the spinning sublimation, what awaited everyone in the Flame Empire was the opening of the dragon gate and the rebirth of the ancient dragon clan.

Finally!

He's coming!

Boom ————————————————————————————————————————!

The huge roar that lasted for more than a minute made everyone present, including the little emperor, cover their ears tightly.

If it weren't for the special moment of Longqing, others watching from the outside would only regard this scene as the New Year of the Flame Empire.

Yes, every time the Imperial Lunar New Year arrives, the imperial capital will also be immersed in fiery happiness.

When the final bell rings, every household in the imperial capital will light up all the firecrackers and firecrackers that have been prepared for a long time.

Although this dragon celebration is also a different kind of New Year, he does not belong to humans, but to the dragon clan.

Rebirth and rebirth!

A loud roar stirred up the dust that was several meters high, and when the flames were all burned out, the appearance of the dust was the most realistic portrayal of this world.

After a three-minute roar, the huge dragon gate in front of the little emperor slowly stopped the soul-deep roar.

When everyone put their hands down and walked towards the dragon's gate with excitement and curiosity, the giant gate that belonged to the communication between humans and dragons gradually settled under the dust, revealing its truest appearance.

That's a fiery red barrier!

When the mechanical and precise style of the Dragon Gate faded, and the semicircular sphere in the center had split into two pieces and finally walked to the two sides, what caught the eyes of everyone present was a red, flickering and floating enchantment of subtlely distorted demonic power.

The little emperor knew that when he stepped into this barrier, the empire and the world would be profoundly transformed because of him.

"Lift up the sacrifice and follow me into the dragon realm. Remember, you can't leave my side, or the writhing energy of the dragon realm will wipe out those of you who don't have the power of the demonic source. The little emperor ordered to the soldiers behind him.

Then, he put on his gloves again, stretched out his left hand, and grabbed Ye Mingyuan's right arm tightly.

"You are the son of the dragon, and the next five rituals will require your blood. Let's go. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. Ye Mingyuan nodded ignorantly, then let the little emperor pull him, and without hesitation, he stepped into the enchantment of the Dragon Gate.

Then, the soldiers in the red uniform of the Empire, the non-commissioned officer in the green uniform, and the wooden box with the sacrifice being lifted, were sent into the dragon gate leading to the dragon realm.

Then, a rumbling sound that was much weaker than just before reached the ears of the remaining Imperial soldiers in the dragon ruins.

As the sound dissipated, the giant gate belonging to the dragon clan was left with only a frame made of stone.

The ring hemisphere and the Yanding Stone in it also dissipated into the air and were sent into the dragon realm belonging to the dragon clan.

When all the flames and dust dissipated, the originally clear blue sky of the imperial capital was suddenly occupied by a vivid red.

Behind the red, there were clouds of flame like blood.

After a while, at the end of the red flames, a dark area that was so black that it didn't fit in with the sky finally appeared.

That's what the little emperor called the Lost City.

"All members of the Sky Army, fly with me to the Lost City. The future of empires and dragons is generally in our hands. Yan Ling shouted to the Imperial soldiers behind him, and walked straight to a small jet-black plane behind him that was very exquisitely built, but could only accommodate one person.

Then, the Imperial soldiers behind him put on their helmets and gloves and walked to the first combat planes built by the Empire.

Soon, the dragon ruins were empty except for the scattered Imperial reporters.

Then, the Imperial fighter jets that roared into the sky with a huge roar, dragging their pitch-black bodies and wings, coupled with the bright red flames of the Flame Empire flags on both sides of their heads, formed a soaring creature like a dragon.

The fighter planes of the Flame Empire were originally designed in the shape of dragons.

His designer is Wu Ji, a mechanic from the Nandu Luo family.

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Pain!

It hurts!

Unforgettable pain!

Waking up in the surrounding realm of the dark clan, Ye Mingyuan only felt the pain all over his body as if it were torn.

"Where am I? Here, oh yes, I seem to have followed the Emperor into the Dragon Realm. But where is this? Is this the consistent dragon realm in the dream?" Ye Mingyuan muttered to himself, looking around by the way.

The darkness of the environment, the flickering candles with faint flames on the walls, the stone furniture that is not very delicately carved around it, and the dark purple tone of the book spread out on the eerie tabletop.

"That's it, book?" Ye Mingyuan wondered.

Everything around him didn't give him any different feelings, but with that book, Ye Mingyuan felt a very weird feeling of closeness from the depths of his heart.

As if in the depths of memory, or rather the distant past, he seems to have had a deep connection with this book.

But under this environment of pain and gloom, Ye Mingyuan tried hard to recall a few times, but he never caught any useful information from the memory fragments.

On the contrary, his behavior of mobilizing his memory brought him severe pain in his head under the weirdness.

Anyway, he didn't remember anymore, but walked to the vicinity of the stone table.

"What the hell is recorded on this?" Ye Mingyuan muttered to himself, his hands deep, slowly lifting it up from the bottom of the book, which was nearly six times the width of his palm.

However, to his surprise, the book seemed huge and heavy, but it did not feel any weight in his hands, but seemed very light.

The dark purple cover of the book, though it was painted in the shape of an imperial dragon, and the cover of the book was very shabby, as if it had been left for a long time, but the pages and contents were as white as if they had just been printed.

However, just as he was fascinated by the book and its imperial writings, a distant and eerie, but very childish voice, came from behind him.

"Don't you remember the book that introduced you to this world about dragons?"