"Sky...... Ocean...... Raging fire...... Cold, in the midst of the icy wasteland, we look for that little bit of pitiful light. The little spark left behind in the long night will become the nourishment for the restart of the world in the future. ”

From the darkness, Clay heard an ethereal voice like a woman.

He couldn't pour all his spiritual power into it, and could only passively accept the unbeautiful sound in a half-blurred state.

After struggling for a long time under the restraint of the tentacles, Clayter finally felt his consciousness return to his body.

He didn't have time to confirm whether his body could move or not, and in the face of the dark void environment, he asked with an eager look on his face:

"Who are you?"

However, the voice in the endless ethereal did not answer him directly, but instead replaced it with a long silence.

Immediately after, Clay could feel the air around him, as if stirred by some mysterious force, like a wave, spreading in all directions.

Every wave of spread was mixed with a wave of heat that he couldn't withstand right away.

After three or four heat waves, Clayte's forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

However, the crisis caused by the heat wave has not completely subsided, and a slight whimper can be heard not far away.

"Who the hell are you?," Clay roared, staring at the void with only a faint purple glow.

"Whew. ”

An unknown voice in the darkness simply roared in response.

Clayt knew that in this world, beasts have the voice of beasts, humans have human language, and when a voice comes from another soul that does not belong to him, things must get creepy.

Therefore, he did not move his body in the slightest, nor did he continue to question, but quietly waited for the void to give him a certain response.

Thankfully, just where Clay was looking, he saw a faint glow.

It's like a faint call in the vast universe, but it's actually more like a strange bright spot encountered in the forest in the middle of the night.

Sometimes, these bright spots do not mean the possibility of survival, but rather the eyes of the beast, staring at its prey.

"Do you dare to come out?" asked Clayter continued.

He seems to have forgotten about Kyle and Yaruko, and his consciousness is only trying to draw him into the darkness.

Looking at the darkness and the gradual but slow spread of light, Clay seemed to have guessed a little about the purpose of the test.

Oh, maybe this test is to show my mental strength in some kind of dangerous situation, it seems that for me, if I can really use the power of the dragons at will, then combat is not the best place to test my strength, so this test is meaningless, isn't it?

Clayte shook his head, more determined in his thoughts:

If it is a spiritual invasion, it may be the real test for a human like me who has lost some of his memory. I could get lost in the darkness, if I didn't borrow any external force.

If so, then I'll have to be careful.

Secretly determined, he didn't want to be shown to be vulnerable in the test.

Because only by showing Kyle his unique powers can he find his temporary place in this strange new world, and can he find a direction that he really remembers.

Those memories are more important than anything now, though I don't remember how many I've found.

Thinking about it, Clay decided to stand still, tapped his eyebrows lightly, and looked around.

Although he didn't know what this would bring, the momentary feeling of mental relief seemed to show him the right consequences of doing so.

Sure enough, the faint light gradually extended outwards and expanded, and finally stopped expanding when Clay felt the temperature around him reach the limit of what he could bear.

Then, under a change of light and shadow, Clayt only blinked his eyes a few times, and fell into a fantasy situation that he had never seen before.

"Welcome to the Arctic Realm, but before I start the official test that belongs to me, I must tell you one rule. The woman's deep voice came from behind Clayte.

He spun around sharply, and upon closer inspection, he finally saw the face of the person he wanted to observe.

It was a woman dressed in the traditional costume of Avantley, not tall, a few centimeters shorter than Clayte. But the loose long-sleeved outfit, the belt that binds around the waist, and the clogs that have not been used for nearly a hundred years, as well as the long hair that is coiled up and the snowflakes that can be seen everywhere on the clothes, give Clay an intuitive impression of her.

Old-fashioned is a bit excessive.

But thinking about it, but now that the spiritual realm has been introduced into the test, Clayter politely asked:

"What rules?"

"First, this realm is built with the deepest obsessions in your heart. I will ask you a question, which you must answer honestly, and you must ask me a question, and of course, in addition to the prophecy, I will answer it for you. As for the second," the woman paused, straightened her exposed hair, and continued:

"It doesn't belong to anyone, it doesn't belong to any situation. Whether it's the Cold Empire or the Flame Empire, no one can find it here. Because I am beyond the existence of the gods. Similarly, only those who possess at least the power of a demigod can find this place under the influence of profound demonic power. Are you ready, boy?"

The woman spoke, not seeming to touch any ground under her feet, and flew straight towards Clayte.

By the way, he also scratched Clayte's cheek with his right hand.

Suddenly, Clay felt a coolness he had never been exposed to.

"I didn't think she still had the ability to cool me down, so I had to make the most of this opportunity. Clay thought, nodded, and gestured to agree with the arrangement of the woman in front of him.

"But first I have to introduce myself, I'm the guide of the extraordinary. Of course, you can't ask me what the decider is, or what the facilitator can do, and I won't answer you. You just need to answer one of my questions first. ”

"You say. Clay replied earnestly.

In this only blue environment, he seemed to feel powerless again.

The feeling of powerlessness that can only be at the mercy of fate.

"Why are you here, please remember it carefully, and then tell me. The woman waved her sleeve slightly, took a few steps back, and turned her back, as if enough time flowed out, waiting for Clayter to extract and stitch together his fragmented memories.

"yes, how did I get here, this question may be the origin of the memory problem. Even, it could be the beginning of sorting out all your memories. If I can recall this question, maybe I've found the perfect place to start. Clayt thought, and even began to feel a feeling of surprise in her heart.

After taking a deep breath, Clay closed her eyes tightly, and let her mind empty in the illusion, feeling the images floating in front of her.

"I saw the dragon. Clayt muttered.

Under the interweaving of thoughts, he used a near-meditative method to mobilize a picture.

Gradually, he saw a huge stone pillar with strange symbols, as if it were connecting the pitch-black sky from the ground. Beneath the stone pillars hovered two behemoths, with huge wings and lizard-like bodies.

This is the dragon, Clay thought, continuing to use all her mental strength to make the picture as coherent as possible.

One dragon is pitch-black, while the other has a reddish appearance. However, both dragons seem to have lost their breath of life.

Suddenly, a brilliant and bright, fireworks-like light poured out of the black dragon's mouth, slamming into this pitch-black realm with wanton force.

After a few seconds, the image in front of Clayt in meditation distorted for a moment, and then, everything returned to calm.

But Clayter's face didn't seem to be as soft and calm as it had just been, and he heard a very regular singing.

"The destiny of the dragon clan may be in another world, but the light that just surged has completely disappeared at this moment, as if it had never appeared. ”

"What does this mean?" asked Clayter, pulling his mind out of meditation and looking back at the dark world in front of him.

Your answer is not correct, but it is not wrong. But I need you to put your mind into a deeper context and tell me all the intentions you see. In this way, I can finally assess for you what kind of dragon you are. The woman said, making a "please" gesture to Clayte.

In desperation, Clay had to close his eyes again and try to extract his thoughts.

At first, his eyes were closed, and Clay only saw darkness.

With the passage of time, these darkness did not change much, and he even thought that the woman in front of him was hiding something from him, or simply a deception.

However, just as he was about to withdraw his thoughts, the darkness in front of him was invisible, as if he had been switched to a slide, and entered a strange scene that he was very familiar with.

"Ye Mingyuan, I don't think you necessarily have to leave from the imperial capital, if you stay by my side, after the dragon clan reappears, there will definitely be a place for you here. Of course, I don't know what purpose you came to me, but I see in you the breath of death, and a spirit of tenacity. I don't think you necessarily need to take the risk right now. It's like a testing ground, that dark demon master, I'm not in a hurry. "The person who spoke was the person Clayter knew best, Yan Sheng, the former emperor of the Flame Empire.

With the continuous overlap of memory fragments, Clayte (Ye Mingyuan)'s perspective gradually changed from the third person to the first person.

At this time, he was wearing a long gray trench coat like mist, and his eyes were bright.

He first nodded to Yan Sheng in respect, but then he took another half step back, as if he was afraid of the scepter in front of him, and said:

"I was just looking for something I was missing. I heard two calls. Deserts and rivers. Once I've found some clues there, I think I'll be able to become your loyal dragon. I'm willing to make a vow that I'll come back here. As he spoke, Clay stretched out his hand and pulled out the long sword from the little emperor's waist, slammed it into the ground, and half-knelt.

At the same time, in the test site outside of Clayter's thinking, after a whimpering roar from the machines participating in the test, one of the seemingly intact machines actually shattered in front of Yaruko, starting from the drill bit to the entire fuselage.

It turned into a mess of black and scarlet, useless scrap metal.