"Okay...... "This is the dragon's space, and the dragon has the final say. Dearrando had no choice but to walk over to a piece of arc-shaped debris scattered at his feet and sit down, putting on a deaf look.

As his will relaxed, the bubbles that had been surrounding the outside also unconsciously contracted, and when the range of the bubbles shrank, the sea water quickly swelled up, swallowing the boundary of the island.

The dragon moved closer in worry, but the waves and currents caused by the huge head and neck streaking through the water and air swooped down faster than the dragon's worries.

With a loud bang, a small wave crashed against the almost completely transparent wall, and Diarrando fell backwards and fell on all fours. The sand beneath his feet, which had seemed to be solid, suddenly shook, and it seemed that it might sink into this endless sea at any moment.

Fortunately, Dearlando immediately understood what the dragon meant, and put all his spirit on the outer wall of the stable bubble again. The seemingly fragile bubbles stubbornly resisted the next few smaller waves, and the small island that had been loosened just now gradually regained its stability and was no longer crumbling.

The starlight dragon's white head hung above the island, tilting its head to watch with concern as the white-sand island resurfaced from the sea, and finally returned to its original size.

The dragon carefully used its four huge wings to cover the sky above and around the island, shielding it from the glare and the sea breeze, protecting the fragile bubble of the newborn.

Dearlando, who had finally recovered, got up from the beach and asked the dragon breathlessly, "So this bubble and this island of nothing under my feet are all my weights?

(Not exactly.) The dragon blinked its huge azure eyes and began to correct Dearlandor's misconceptions.

(The thing you call bubbles and islands is your "shijie", and training is to make your "shijie" plump and grow and fill the void of my "shijie".) ）

(You want to turn the white sand under your feet into a vast continent...... ）

(Turning an empty desert into a tree-lined paradise...... ）

(Turning uninhabited mountains into bustling cities...... ）

(Fill this void with life and civilization...... ）

The dragon's voice rang out from all directions, and more and more harmonies joined its majestic chanting. Deirrando was certain that Zuihou's voice was not human at all, full of quaint rhythms, interspersed with distant trills and glissandos. Varied, complex, and subtle, it is not at all a human mouthpiece that can be developed.

And I can actually understand it!

The dragon's soulful speech had lasted so long that Diarrando had given up remembering all of it by the time he heard more than five hundred sentences.

When the dragon finally finished speaking, and ended the tirade with a perfect trill, it looked at Dearlando expectantly, hoping that its symbiote would respond to him with an equally beautiful word.

It took a moment for the shijie to reverberate, so late that Deirrando realized that the dragon had finished.

Dearlando straightened up, looked at the dragon affectionately, cleared his throat, and then asked solemnly, "How can I turn this small island under my feet into a vast continent?"

When Dearrando suddenly took off into the air, flying in the air with his own bubbles and islands, he reacted to the dragon and sighed. Because the dragon didn't control its direction properly, this breath was directed at Deerlando's little "shijie", and then the whole "shijie" was blown away.

During the tumbling, Diarlando realized that the island under his feet was also encased in his own bubbles. So when the whole bubble bounced and rolled on the surface of the sea, the white sand in the sky flew like snowflakes, choking on me and barely breathing. The huge shards were also smashed dangerously, almost poking Dearlando through it several times.

The zuihou bubble collided with one of the dragon's wings and finally stopped, and Dierlando emerged from the white sand with a confused face, constantly slapping and spitting all over his body, trying to clear all the white sand that was almost rubbed with him.

The dragon's head leaned over again, and Dearlando immediately took a step back vigilantly, glared at the dragon and said, "Old friend, your breathing is too big, don't do it again." If there is any problem, give me this book, I will read it myself!"

The starlight dragon let out a grunt that didn't know if it was grunt or sighed, but Zuihou craned his neck and grabbed something from high in the sky.

The dragon's warning sounded, and then it let go, and a dark brown leather-bound booklet fell from its mouth. It slammed into the top of Deirlando's bubble.

Despite the dragon's warning, Dearrando felt like someone had been struck in the chest with a hammer, and his steps went limp, and he almost fell to his knees, but he immediately regained his steady.

He looked at the booklet and was engrossed in "come in." Suddenly, the thick booklet pierced through the transparent wall and fell, just in time to be caught by Diarrando.

The dragon gave Deirlando an approving glance and motioned for him to look at the booklet.

This booklet is not strictly a book, but a notebook. There is almost no decoration on the surface of the plain leather, only the letters L and B on the whole of the workmanship. When I opened the pages of the book, the paper inside was damaged in many places due to the user's long-term friction and flipping.

The repeated alterations and notes made the notes difficult to read. There are even large sections of the ink that have been smeared off, and I don't know what was originally written. It wasn't until I had flipped through most of the book that I finally had something that I could read clearly.

“...... I have thought twice about it, and the only way to gradually expand and enrich my spiritual shijie is to manifest it. Only in this way can we consolidate and strengthen, and rely on the growth power of Shijie itself to continuously resist the spiritual coercion of the dragon......"

Dearrando read the text again, then looked up at the Starlight Dragon. "This is the note of my ancestor, Rantis Birmington?"

(En)

"This is the way he found out after summarizing and finding that he can train human mental growth in spiritual power?"

(En...... We've been trained in a lot of brutal ways, and his soul has been scarred. By the time he came up with this method, he was too weak to complete the jihua. And I've been in this shijie for too long, and continuing to maintain the dragon form will bring about an imbalance in the energy of the entire shijie. ）

Dearlando lowered his head, rubbed the torn fluffy paper, and flipped over to look at the trail of the record. A striking brown spot appears on the edge of the next sheet of paper, along with finger scratches.

It was a drop of dried blood, pressed against such a text.

...... Yesterday's conjecture had been confirmed, and the Dragon Realm was fully capable of accepting an active combination of life forms to grow and multiply within its body. The number of trees on Baisha Island has increased to one hundred and fifty-three, the number of species has increased to six, and the first spring has appeared. The goddess Mona is above, and I didn't know that there would be a spring in weishenme!But water means more life, doesn't it?//

Diarlando turned the page and continued to look back, and there were various records about the island one after another. From the appearance of the first crab, to the appearance of the first rabbit. From the beach to the land, to the small island to a small continent, and gradually the continent began to have large animals.

Dark brown blood stains appeared in the notes from time to time, and the note-taker's handwriting was sometimes neat and sometimes messy, as if writing in suppressed pain or on some bumpy vehicle.

The zuihou page of the note, the pages full of words are scribbled and hasty, as if representing the writer's messy heart.

...... My shijie was completely destroyed, and the scaffolding of my continent had just touched the deep consciousness when it caused an earthquake. The incessant tsunamis and storms destroyed my defensive walls...... //

The note stopped abruptly at this point, and the bottom half of the page was torn off by someone, so it was impossible to tell what else was written. But judging from the date recorded on the previous page, it was the fifth day of December in the first year of the astral calendar, the day before the death of Lantis, the founder of Turanda.

Dearlando traced the messy handwriting with his fingers, and the blood inheritance was really wonderful, the handwriting of his ancestors a thousand years ago was seventy percent similar to his own, and once scribbled, it was even more the same.

"So...... The reason why the King of Light died young was because he had been trying to complete this spiritual trial. And only by completing this extremely difficult trial will it be possible to send the Demon Dragon King and you back to your shijie?" Dearlando asked, looking up into the dragon's eyes.

(Yes!)

"Why do you trust me to finish it, and what if I fail?" said Deirlando, slamming Lantith's handwriting shut, questioning the dragon excitedly.

(Because Ryses is still a juvenile, his spirit is as weak as yours.) Because this is the only way to save you Shijie, Zuihou's hope. The dragon's voice was rational and cold. If it fails, it is the shijie of the human race that is destroyed, and the dragon is immortal, it will only be trapped and will not end because of it.

Diarlando lowered his head and subconsciously rubbed the moist leather surface of his notebook. Several dark words appeared in front of his eyes, written on dark brown leather, unremarkable.

"Faith, Responsibility, Glory," Dearlando read softly. Three simple words, if you don't pay attention to them, are almost overlooked. But the one who wrote these three words did so with his whole life and his whole soul.

The blood-soaked notebook suddenly became hot and heavy, and although Dearrando had always accepted his fate open-mindedly, he had never regretted the decision he had made. But at this moment, for the first time, he felt how heavy the burden of fate had fallen on his shoulders.