Cheng Lin's purpose is clear.

Since there can only be one dragon soul in the Zun Soul Banner, it is natural to choose the strongest one.

Aldington vanished, and Allen's spirit didn't know where it was, but the best choice was naturally the star epic Dragon King: Edlaide

And where is Edlaide's?

This seems to be a very clear question.

……

……

Climbing this mountain again, Cheng Lin felt quite unfamiliar.

Although he had just climbed to the top of the mountain a few days ago to witness Edlaide's opening of the circle, it was only a day for him, but countless hours had passed for the dragon.

The mountain, and the island, have changed.

There are fewer and fewer buildings around, but the roads are endless.

Just like the spiral spire at the top of the Dragon Palace, the path of the entire mountain is spiral.

Pure stone pavement.

Thanks to the closure of the island, the basic functions are also preserved.

Only a few barren grasses grow in the crevices.

Cheng Lin turned off the searchlight flashlight and ran with the help of the faint starlight.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally reached the top of the mountain.

It has been turned into a platform, and the original peak of the mountain seems to have been flattened.

A temple with a familiar appearance but a much smaller scale quietly appeared in front of Cheng Lin's eyes.

……

"Whew."

Exhaling a breath, Cheng Lin wiped some of the sweat from his forehead, turned on the searchlight again, and walked forward with the help of the light.

The dark temple looks like a monster that chooses people to devour in the night.

Cheng Lin walked slowly to the front gate and saw two huge stone pillars, supporting a deep porch.

As soon as Cheng Lin was about to walk in, he saw a huge phantom striding out of it.

That's Allen.

Its spirit still retains its prime, strong, powerful, and impatient.

Wisps of illusory flames continued to fall from the edge of the soul, touching the ground and disappearing again.

It's just that there is no real, vivid look in those eyes.

A blank, unconscious wanderer.

Seeing Cheng Lin, it seemed to look at it consciously, and then moved away and continued to wander around the two stone pillars and the corridor.

It's like a dutiful doorman.

"It's a pity ......"

Cheng Lin looked at it and muttered a word.

I don't know if he was a pity that he couldn't leave Allen, or if he was lamenting the scene when he burned himself and turned into the sun.

The light passed through Allen, moving slowly above the stone gate of the bluestone pile, reflecting the two words engraved on it.

Seeing this, Cheng Lin hooked the corners of his mouth, stopped staying too long, and continued to move forward.

……

Walking through the deep corridor, the space suddenly opens up.

A hall that was almost indistinguishable from the old Dragon Hall except for its size appeared in front of him.

At the top of the hall is an open-air hole surrounded by crystals or gemstones that reflect light.

With the help of these, the hall is a lot brighter.

Cheng Lin turned off the button of the flashlight with a "snap", and then looked ahead.

In the shadows, there was a long, large table, except that it was not bronze, but stone.

On the long table, there was a huge skeleton lying on its stomach.

Even if it's just lying on its stomach, it's nearly half the height of the hall.

The bones were gray, as if they had been piled up for countless years, and there was no flesh left, only the bones covered with dust, as if they were lying on the long table for a nap.

"Edlaide ......"

Cheng Lin read the name softly, and then saw a hazy phantom figure get up from the skeleton.

It was Edlaide's soul, it had overlapped perfectly with his own bones before, and with the not very bright light, Cheng Lin didn't notice it at first, until it woke up from its slumber and got up, Cheng Lin couldn't see it clearly.

"Woo......"

At this moment, a cold wind suddenly blew in from the corridor of the main hall, making a whining sound and blowing up some dust on the long table.

Edlaide's soul quietly looked down at Cheng Lin without any expression.

Its soul lacks color and takes on a pale gray color.

Its appearance is illusory, not as real as the rest of the dragon souls, but it contains a certain sense of reality, as if it is ...... It's a little more weight than the other souls.

"We meet again."

Cheng Lin lowered his hands, stood quietly in the hall, looked at Edlaide, and spoke.

Edlaide's eyes were blank, obviously impossible to answer, however, when Cheng Lin's voice fell, a faint light suddenly lit up on the long table.

"Huh?"

Cheng Lin was slightly stunned, hesitated, stepped forward, and jumped on the long table.

Only then did he see that the glow was just under the bone's right claw.

When he walked over, he saw that Edlaide had a dragon scale in his right claw, a multicolored dragon scale.

At this moment, the dust-covered scales emitted a soft glow, illuminating the palm-sized area around it, giving it some kind of dreamlike effect.

What is it?

Edlaide's scales?

Yes, this should be the scale that its soul rests on, like the dragonlords I met before.

Cheng Lin quickly thought about it.

Immediately, he stretched out his right hand and took the multicolored dragon scales from the gap between the huge finger claws.

The next moment, Edlaide's voice suddenly appeared in his mind!

No, not sound, but consciousness!

A piece of information!

It's a kind of narration that is similar to his "synaesthesia" ability, which is different from the way language transmits information.

Directly instilling a piece of consciousness into the recipient's mind.

Calming down, Cheng Lin began to read this piece of information carefully, and then found that it turned out to be a "letter":

"Dear friend, the nameless fate of the revelation, the naming of the Dawning Dragon Temple:

Hello, when you read this letter, come to think of it, I have been dead for a long time.

Death is not bad for me, and I have always hoped for it, but now that it has finally come, I have a little fear, which is really a helpless joke, it seems that life cannot be beyond instinct after all.

Dragon Island has a vague climate with four seasons – oh, I forgot to introduce it, that's the name I gave the island, it's humid all year round, green grass, and abundant produce, and this last point is really good news.

After all, there are thousands of dragon servants living here, and I want to meet their basic living needs, as well as our common food needs, and no good environment is impossible.

There is an abundance of stone – used to build the walls and the main hall.

There are abundant forests, which can be cut down for houses and all kinds of tools.

Of course, the most important thing is to cook the food - thanks to the climate, if there is a cold winter here, the trees on the whole island will not be enough to burn for long.

There's still some ore here, not much, but it's enough to feed us outsiders.

The ritual you give changes the surrounding environment so that the sea water in a certain area around the island moves periodically, which brings us an abundance of seafood and a major source of food.

The only trouble is that the fish eat too much, and eventually they will be disgusted.

I have tried to leave the island, but every time I get out of the fog, I feel extremely tired, which means that the outside world has completely entered the end of the law.

In an attempt to get rid of the influence of the end of the law, I tried not to feed the newborn dragon servants blood, which could theoretically protect them from the harm of the end of the law.

However, it is sad that this experiment failed, and they were so weak that they often did not survive more than a year.

With me alone in the dragon clan, these servants have become my only consolation, despite their low lives.

It's a bit far...... Laughing, after all, I'm old.

The construction of the new Dragon City was much faster than I expected.

Because of its small size, I didn't have to spend time managing it, and after thoroughly exploring the entire island and the surrounding seas, I had nothing to do but continue to delve into the mysteries of magic.

Thanks to magic, it's so hard, and the more I get to know it, the more I feel small, which also helps me resist the endless boredom and loneliness.

Thirty-eight years after the establishment of the New Dragon City, I figured out some tips for the ritual circle to store the souls of the dragon servants.

I devised a set of rules to keep track of the dragon age.

Well, I'm sure you've seen it, but I'm surprised.

In the ninety-second year, I made a new discovery in the field of 'time'.

I was amazed to observe that 'time' and fate are at the bottom of the bond, which are in a sense inseparable.

For example, at the most basic level, if time is truncated into points, then at each node, the river of fate will fork into countless tributaries.

They are like hard, scattered stones in a river.

If the dragon clan is compared to an ignorant, blindfolded fish, then how lucky it is to have escaped the countless calamities and grow to this day, but this time it has not avoided it after all.

Many years ago, I had barely poked a small hole in the cloth in front of me and tried to peek ahead, but it was too late to turn around.

But it's not all without benefits, for example, I foresaw your first coming, and now, I've met a second time.

Yes, before I reached the end of my life, I was once again given some revelation.

Fate tells me that you will return and come with a new civilization.

You will pass through the corners of the Southern Continent, cross the deep sea filled with white mist, enter the dragon's graveyard, explore this place, excavate this place, study this place...... Well, I personally don't like to be studied, but it's a good thing for the dragon civilization.

As for disturbing spirits and the like...... The soul after the dissipation of consciousness is nothing but nothingness, and there is no need to mind.

By the way, I also foresaw a small thing.

Fate tells me that in addition to you, there is a 'human' who will enter the Temple of the Dawning Dragon, and when she touches my remains, she will gain some of my power bequeathed.

I'm looking forward to it, but unfortunately I can't see it anymore.

As for you, my friend, I think about it, and it's hard to find a gift that will not be afraid of time being ruined.

Eventually, I decided to hand over my understanding of magic to you, thinking it would help you.

I've hidden it in my natal dragon scales, hoping it will help you save some time on your long journey to power.

Regards, the last dragon, Edlaide, was recorded in the year 105 of the new calendar. ”