"How did it become like this?" Liu Li stood side by side with Cuiwa, who had turned into a human form, looking at the spatial rift not far ahead. In the crack of the white chain, the scarlet mist drifted out from the crack of the chain, but it dissipated invisibly in just over ten meters, and there was no erosion of the spatial structure of the Oder continent at all, "How could these 'chaotic elements' become so ...... Harmless?"

Cuiwa was also puzzled by the question raised by Liu Li, the primeval white dragon king, who controlled the "order" realm of the white element, had a deep understanding of the nature of "chaos". However, in her memory, the "chaotic" nature of the red element has always been manic and riotous, and it is extremely corrosive, and it has never been seen to dissipate on its own without external influence.

"Cuiwa, it seems that something is wrong, it doesn't seem like there is a problem with your seal, it seems that the 'chaotic elements' themselves have changed. Liu Li pulled his perception into a silk thread and probed into the overflowing "chaotic element", his movements were cautious, ready to cut off the thread of spiritual power at any time.

However, before Liu Li's plan could be implemented, Sister Bailong grabbed the back of his robe, and complained angrily: "Stinky boy, frizzy, I'm still standing here, why is it your turn to put yourself in danger?

"Uh...... Well, not really. Liu Li wanted to answer like this, but he didn't say this sentence stupidly. Sister Bailong was taken by the witch to do a morning experiment, and her mood was not very stable, Liu Li didn't dare to continue to tease at this juncture, otherwise Cuiwa would really blow up...... scales, it will take a lot of work to appease them.

"These 'chaotic elements' that have escaped do seem harmless, even more peaceful than when they were under Dariga's control, but their essence is still 'chaos', and if you still plan to use your mental power to contact these unfamiliar elements, you better be prepared. Sister Bailong's hand that grabbed Liu Li's back was now sticking to the back of his neck. With the agitation of the white element, those silk threads of spiritual power that were extracted by Liu Li, which should have been formless and substantial, gradually attached a little white glow, which belonged to the King of the Ancient White Dragon, the law of "order", "Now you can go and give it a try...... It's wise to bring you here this time, if it's just me, I wouldn't be able to touch these enemy color elements rashly. ”

Liu Li did as he was told, his spiritual power silk thread was not so much a spying, but more appropriately described as fluttering, although the law of "order" was attached, but the essence of spiritual power was still formless and substantial, and the slow probing did not even bring a trace of waves, and those drifting scarlet mist did not notice that there was a trace of foreign matter in his body at all.

"Help, help us!"

"No! Who's going to get rid of it!"

"Great Crimson Wings, bless your people!"

"No, is this last hope closed!?Where else can we go?Where else can we go!?"

"Don't give up! There is still hope! We have successfully passed the message to the other side of the 'door', if there is someone on the other side, they will definitely open the door! Before opening the door, be sure to protect the last spark!"

The chaotic voice filled Liu Li's mind, impacting his consciousness like a tidal wave, almost making him faint. He could only cheer up his spirits, cut off the link of the thread of spiritual power, and collapsed in the warm embrace of Sister Bailong in a trance, "Cuiwa...... Sister, have you ever heard of the title 'Crimson Wings'?"

"Where did you hear that name!?" Cuiwa grabbed Liu Li's arm and tightened suddenly, obviously stimulated a lot, "That was the honorific title of the Burning Dragon King by the people of the 'Demon Realm' ten thousand years ago!"

"Quick...... Unfasten, unseal the seal...... On the opposite side is the ...... of the Demon Realm people, and...... It is a group that retains sanity. Liu Li's voice was choppy, the buzzing in his head had not subsided, and now he couldn't even get up, "They still ...... ...... 'The Last Tinder' was mentioned, and if I'm not mistaken, that'...... Should be...... His Majesty Dariga...... Something left behind. ”

"What! the people of the Demon Realm who keep their sanity!?" Cuiwa was even more shocked than Liu Li. For this sub-world controlled by the Ancient Red Dragon King, after the cataclysm 10,000 years ago, several other Ancient Dragon Kings have never given up their attention there. In the first thousands of years, Crohyth broke through the barriers of space more than once and went to the "Demon Realm" alone, only to find that it had changed beyond recognition. The flame of wisdom of the people of the demon world has been nearly extinguished, and the living creatures have been reduced to beasts that only know how to follow their instincts, and the once brilliant civilization has been destroyed with the fall of the Lord of the World. Now that he suddenly heard that the spark of civilization there was still there, how could he not surprise the King of the Ancient White Dragon, "Liu Li, are you sure you heard it right!......? No, I'm going to have to get the news to Crosith!"

"Sister Cuiwa...... You calm down first, now is not the time to think about it so much!" Seeing that Sister Bailong was in a panic, no matter how she called, she couldn't get a response, Liu Li, who had eased up a little, was helpless, and bit on the white wings of the White Dragon King, he still remembered what Cuiwa had said...... Newborn wings are more sensitive.

"Whew, Xiao Liuli, what are you doing!?"

"Sister Cuiwa...... All I had access to was the news that these elements had brought in, and God knows how long ago it had been, and there was no way to confirm whether it was true or not. And even if everything is true, we don't know how many 'people' there are on the other side of the rift, and how to house them is something to consider. Compared with Cuiwa, who cares about chaos, Liu Li can think more calmly, but it is impossible for him to draw conclusions about these troublesome things in a short time.

“...... Okay, you're right, but you have to inform Croches about this first. Tsui Wa, who is also the king of the primeval dragons, knows that Crois has gone to the "Demon Realm" several times to find some clues, and she suspects that the clue is likely to be the "last fire" that Liu Li vaguely heard, "Little Liu Li, you try again, using the power of the red rune, can you establish a connection with the other side." We can't break the seal rashly, at least ...... You have to know what the other side is like. ”

"Okay, Sister Cuiwa. Liu Li did as he was told, although he knew how to attach his thoughts to the elements to transmit them from the time he first condensed the runes, but this was the first time he actually operated it.

Liu Li's red rune was more appropriately called a flame than a burning flame, and it looked so fragile, as if a breeze could blow it out. But its essence is far from being as weak as it seems, and in its fiery core, that small cluster of burning red gold is enough to carry Liu Li's solid spirit, turning the doubts in his heart into words and words, and blending into it. Liu Li's first question was exactly what the Ancient Dragon King was most concerned about—"Who are you?"

"Meditate, maintain a connection with the runes, and perceive everything on the other side. Keeping Cuiwa's teachings in mind, Liu Li threw the floating red rune at his fingertips into the spatial rift sealed by the white chains.

......

The dark red sky, the dark red earth, when you open your eyes, everything you can see exudes an ominous dark red hue. Aemond walked out of the tent and took a deep breath of the fishy-sweet air, his heart feeling irritated. He hurriedly held his breath and smoothed the ripples of the heart lake with meditation methods that had been passed down from ancient times. He didn't want to be like his father, lose himself in the madness, and go to the end of his life in the madness.

Aemond looked around at the small camp, pessimistic about the future, with only a hundred people left in the prime of life. As the patriarch, he didn't know how long his clan would last, and he didn't know how many remaining "Light Seekers" tribes were left. Exhausted, he occasionally thought about giving up, and once thought to himself that it would be easier to become those "beasts" who had lost their minds, but in the end he gritted his teeth and survived.

Aemond was very old, and the memories of flapping his wings and soaring through the sky were so far away that he forgot that he was a red dragon. Now he is just a Red Demon with a mission, and the scales on his body are ...... As bleak as the future of this world.

"Patriarch, come and see!, there seems to be a reaction on the other side!" interrupted Aemond's musings from an energetic voice, a young Red Devil girl, the youngest child in the group. The scales on her body shone like sparkling red gems, and Aemond thought more than once that if this girl had lived ten thousand years ago, she would have been blessed by the Burning Dragon King and transformed into a beautiful red dragon, "Patriarch, come on, look what this thing is, it looks like a flame, and you can't feel the heat......

The girl's eyes were full of curiosity, and she couldn't help but stretch out her finger and tap it towards the dancing flame.

"Efrit, don't touch that thing!" Aemond exclaimed in surprise when he saw the girl's movements, but more than that, he couldn't believe his eyes—although they were different from the ones he had seen before, the aura on them was not fake, it was clearly a red rune with the properties of "scorching" and "chaos".

The moment Ifrit's fingertips made contact with the rune, the crumbling flame exploded instantly, turning into a golden-red mark that imprinted on the back of the girl's hand.

"Ephrite!Ifrit, how are you!?" Aemond was sure that the rune did not belong to the King of the Ancient Red Dragon, but the aura it emanated was incomparably pure.

"Aemond...... Patriarch, you shake it again...... I'm about to throw up!" The girl of the Red Devil Clan, who came back to her senses, found herself being held in the hands of the patriarch, shaking violently, enduring the discomfort on her body, and reluctantly spoke: "It seems to have infiltrated from the other side, and I heard a voice, he was asking about our identity." ”