"Your Majesty, what did you just say?" Ye Mingyuan wondered.

The little emperor's voice was so small that it seemed to be talking to himself, so it was no wonder that Ye Mingyuan had questions.

Rumble!

The not very violent vibration interrupted Ye Mingyuan's doubtful thoughts, and also interrupted the little emperor who wanted to explain with his mouth open.

With this shock, Ye Mingyuan clearly saw that the hole behind him that had just been created by the blow was shrouded in a mysterious darkness, and it quickly became the same color as the surrounding walls.

"This is?" Ye Mingyuan walked forward quickly in surprise.

"Is the wall back to its original state?" asked the little emperor, keeping a half-way posture.

"Like. Ye Mingyuan replied not very surely.

Facing the darkness again, Ye Mingyuan seemed to hesitate a little more. Facing the darkness generated by the faint vibration, Ye Mingyuan stretched out his hand twice, trying to touch it, but he chose to retreat when his fingertips were about to arrive.

After Ye Mingyuan took a long and deep breath, he stared at the wall that covered the darkness for a full three minutes.

In those three minutes, it was as if his mind had gone through a century.

In front of his eyes, the tall and mighty appearance of the Dark King in the mouth of Dark Seeing Future and Peter Socrates flashed, and the immature and charming smile of the Dark Child also flashed.

As if he was not a son of a dragon, that he did not belong to darkness, that his body, his soul, and even everything about him were given to him by darkness.

In the last minute of the three minutes, the name of the ancient northeastern city of the empire flashed through his mind.

"It's a town, but it seems to be full of machines and industry in the current report. Ye Mingyuan said to himself with a smile.

Immediately afterward, Gu Lizhen and the white style there flashed in his mind.

Well, maybe after the dragon transformation incident, it is also the same as the red style of the empire!

Just when Ye Mingyuan finally felt relaxed and stretched out his right hand again to touch it, the low whisper just now appeared in his ears again.

It was as if it was the demons and the Creator who were once again sending him a message for the future of this world.

"Endless ice will fall on the city of flames. ”

This sentence seemed to have an echo, and it actually sounded in his ears as a duet.

"At first, it was a raging fire. Then, the flames destroyed everything. In the end, the ice became the dominant part of the era. ”

They don't seem to be a person's language.

"No one knows the future, but the sleeping dreams of the Creator seem to have been shaken a little. ”

"The dragons will guide it back into the dream. But darkness will drive him away from his dreams. ”

"Is the world without the Creator still a world?"

The last sentence is like a woman chanting. For a while, Ye Mingyuan stood in place, his eyes blurred, and the sound echoing in his ears was repeating continuously, as if he was about to bombard his brain, which was not very awake, again, and lead it to collapse.

"Ye Mingyuan, wake up, as a son of the dragon, you have come this far, what are you still afraid of? You also know how difficult it was to enter this country in the first place. You have been held back in the Ice Realm twice as an ominous person associated with dragons. But what about you? didn't you survive it all? you finally got a chance to find the dragons and the answers, didn't you? though you were lost, though you were also wandering. But you're just one step away from the dragon's flames. What are you afraid of?"

"Yes, what am I afraid of?" Ye Mingyuan listened to the soft whisper, as if he had figured out something in an instant, and suddenly opened his eyes.

At this moment, all the vague words in his ears disappeared as if the gate had been pulled, and the psychedelic darkness in front of him seemed to merge with the wall.

It became ordinary, without any more features.

Boom!

Ye Mingyuan turned the touch of his fingertips into a heavy punch, and hit it straight at the place where the darkness merged with the wall.

The walls that had been made up by darkness seemed to have a strong, quick-drying adhesive attached to them, and it was impossible to tell the difference between the original and the real walls.

"Your Majesty, the wall seems to be closed again. We can't get out of here. Ye Mingyuan turned around and said.

"Lift me up. The little emperor ordered with a smile.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Ye Mingyuan replied, hurriedly stepped forward and hugged the little emperor from behind, and helped him up to stand again.

The little emperor seemed to have recovered most of his strength, and after getting up, he hesitated for a second or two before trying to walk briskly.

"It's still early, there are still four hours before the flames are lowered, and you should be in time. But then again, what were you thinking when you hesitated in front of the wall for three seconds just now?" the little emperor asked with an intriguing smile, and without Gu Ye Mingyuan's reaction, he walked back to the console by himself.

"Three seconds, isn't it three minutes?" Ye Mingyuan wondered, "It seems that the time in the Dragon Realm is not real time. ”

Drip, drip, drip.

The sound from the console beside him interrupted Ye Mingyuan's thoughts, pulling him back to a place that didn't seem to be reality.

Following the sound, the little emperor's right hand was already using the Flying Flame Stone to temporarily replace his depleted dragon clan and flame source power, sliding something in the center of the inclined plane of the control tower.

It was like a stick figure drawn by a botched artist, and after it was hastily completed, the little emperor wrote the word "connection" in the imperial Chinese.

With this action, on the beveled console in front of the little emperor, a matrix covered with the letters of the western lingua franca suddenly appeared.

The slight staggered arrangement of those western lingua franca did not seem to be out of place in Ye Mingyuan's eyes.

"Keyboard?" Ye Mingyuan was a little distracted, and blurted out.

"What did you say?" the little emperor asked, as if he hadn't heard clearly.

"It's nothing, Your Majesty, you know my memory has been messed up. Ye Mingyuan hurriedly explained.

To his surprise, after the word "keyboard" came out, the black mechanical equipment that appeared in his mind was very similar to the thing on the console in front of him.

It's just that on the console is a small light array derived from the magic source force, and that thing is physical.

Which fragment of memory is at work? Ye Mingyuan just smiled and did not speak.

"Almost, Ye Mingyuan, come here, pour your blood into here a little bit, and the console will open the door for you to walk out. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. Ye Mingyuan hurriedly agreed, stepped forward quickly, and took out the dagger that Carl had given him.

Originally, when he took out the delicate dagger, Ye Mingyuan would be worried that the little emperor would see something, and then suspect him and Carl.

However, the little emperor only glanced at it slightly, then took a step back to the side, signaling him to hurry up and bleed.

It seems that this kind of dagger is no longer strange to the little emperor, and the treasures that ordinary people have never seen in their lives are just as ordinary as dirt in the eyes of the little emperor.

He is not an imperial general like Yegu, who looks down on life and death, and he is not a beast that often comes and goes in battle, and he feels normal when his body is hurt in any way. He was only a child of a dragon, he was only a teenager, and when he saw blood, he still retained the last of his human fears.

Of course, the dark future he just defeated may not be considered a real human.

Thinking of this, Ye Mingyuan still chose to bite his lips, squinted his eyes and mustered up the courage to make a heavy cut towards his wrist.

Suddenly, the blood in his body flowed out like a stream of water breaking through the barrier of the embankment.

"Hurry up, don't waste it. The little emperor felt a little pity, and hurriedly pulled Ye Mingyuan's arm towards the inclined plane of the console.

At this time, Ye Mingyuan noticed that the slope of the little emperor had slid before, and a circular hole had appeared at some point.

The blood in his body, which carried the power of the dragons, was flowing through the air, and all of it entered the hole without leaking.

"Enough. The little emperor smiled and took Ye Mingyuan's arm to the side.

To Ye Mingyuan's own surprise, the wound on his arm that was not shallow just now had already formed a faint scar.

It seems that as a son of a dragon, his recovery ability itself has taken a qualitative leap.

Is it the power brought about by the recovery of his memory, or the ability brought to him by the power of the dragon clan itself? Ye Mingyuan didn't seem to be able to tell for a while.

However, the dripping sound of the console in front of the little emperor once again interrupted his thinking.

"It's okay, this equipment that belongs to the ancient civilization will open the door of the Dragon Realm to the outside world in front of you and me. How's that? Humans of the past who have not been exposed to these will not understand the greatness of the dragons. The little emperor exclaimed, and pressed the Flying Stone heavily to the center of the entire console.

Suddenly, lines of regular and neat light poured out from the console to the outside world, completely converging on the wall where the blue screen appeared just now.

The staggering of light, coupled with the faint aura of light blue, made Ye Mingyuan and the little emperor feel that they were in a mysterious technology that seemed to belong to the future.

"Ancient civilization, what is that?" Ye Mingyuan said in confusion as he stared at the lines.

"Before the dragon rule, it seems that this planet also gave birth to human civilization. If these products were fifty years old, they would have been considered magical. But now in the age of technological development, we are more and more convinced that it is due to technology. Aren't we just in samsara, human beings? Well, I won't talk to you about these philosophical issues. Now, all you have to do is walk through this gate and you'll be able to return to the dragon ruins. Remember, you have four hours and forty-five minutes left. The little emperor urged.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I, as a child of the dragon, will not disappoint you and the dragons. Ye Mingyuan said, as if he had completely accepted his identity.

Looking at the place indicated by the little emperor, those lines have converged into a door of light.

Although it seemed so small, and the center was full of white light, Ye Mingyuan couldn't care too much about it.

For the light, for the reappearance of the dragons, and even for their own complete memory.

Ye Mingyuan had no choice but to abandon the identity related to darkness that he couldn't remember, and rushed towards the gate without looking back.

Sou!

A hurried voice flashed, and Ye Mingyuan completely disappeared into the light. What remained in the Dragon Realm was just the smug smile on the little emperor's face.

"Only when the fire descends and destroys the imperial capital, will the dragon clan have a better living space. The kind of hard place in the West, the dragons don't like it. I don't like it either. The little emperor laughed, and it turned into a big laugh.

After the laughter was over, the little emperor looked back at the inclined plane of the console.

This time, it was no longer the Flying Flame Stone in his hand, but the Flame Stone that he had been holding in his arms for a long time.

After absorbing the remaining demonic power slightly, the little emperor used his fingers to write a few standard imperial characters on the bevel of the console.

"Fire, come. ”

Then, he pressed a red button on the upper part of the console's bevel.