In the dungeon, the candlelight flickered in the darkness, and the light fluttered like a frightened bird, illuminating the pale face of the child. Lin Feng looked solemn, slowly stretched out his hand, and placed his palm firmly on the child's forehead. At the same time, the scale blade that had been quietly lying beside him trembled slightly like an awakened beast, and a layer of soft light appeared on the blade. This light echoed with the dragon scales that quietly emerged in the child's palm. In an instant, an indescribable strong suction spread from the light and the dragon scales, like an invisible vortex, suddenly sucking Lin Feng's consciousness into the depths of memory. In an instant, the scene in front of him was like a puzzle that was messed up by a giant hand, fragmented and quickly reassembled, and a tragic picture of the ancient times slowly unfolded before his eyes.

  Above the sky, the azure sky seemed to be split open by a giant axe from ancient times. The cracks were like the mouths of ferocious beasts, spreading in all directions. The deep darkness gushed out from the cracks, quickly devouring the remaining light. On the ground, dragon corpses were piled up layer by layer, like rolling mountains, covering the sky and the sun. Each dragon corpse was covered with shocking scars. The huge wounds were like torn earth, and golden blood gushed out from them continuously, dyeing the entire land into a shocking, dazzling golden red. The air was filled with a strong and pungent smell of blood, as if telling the catastrophic disaster suffered by the dragon race. The monks of Kunlun Ruins were dressed in black robes, like a group of demons from hell, trampling on the dragon corpses wantonly, with crazy and twisted smiles on their faces. The laughter echoed in this dead battlefield, making people shudder. The magic weapons in their hands emitted a strange light, and between the flickering lights, they ruthlessly harvested the last life of the dragon race. The monk in the lead had a cold face, with greed and ambition burning in his eyes. He raised a long sword engraved with mysterious runes high, and the runes on the sword body flickered, as if echoing with the heaven and earth. He screamed loudly: "The dragon race is dead. From now on, the authority of the heaven belongs to Kunlun!" As his harsh voice fell, a huge golden light suddenly fell from the sky, like a waterfall, instantly covering the entire battlefield. Under the cover of this golden light, all the truth seemed to be covered by a thick curtain, hidden in the darkness, and it was difficult for the world to spy on it.

  "Kunlun Ruins, the thief of all ages!" The child's extremely angry roar was like a thunder, instantly pulling Lin Feng back to reality from the vortex of memory. At this moment, the child's eyes no longer had the clarity of an ordinary child, but were replaced by tears of blood. The blood beads, as red as gems, slowly slid down his tender but painful cheeks, dripped onto the ground, and instantly bloomed into dark red flowers, as if silently accusing the tragic fate of the dragon race. His body was like a candle in the wind, shaking violently, and he kept uttering the ancient and obscure dragon language. The voice was full of endless grief and despair, as if the grievances of the entire dragon race for tens of thousands of years had found an outlet to vent at this moment, bursting out violently.

  At this moment, the earth suddenly shook violently without any warning, as if a huge hand from the depths of the earth was shaking the whole world angrily. The shaking became stronger and stronger, and the walls of the dungeon began to drop rubble. The candlelight also went out in this violent shaking, and darkness instantly enveloped everything. Outside the fortress, screams of fear surged like a tide, one after another, breaking the originally peaceful sky. The tribal girl's hair was as white as snow, dancing wildly in the wind. She hurried over like a white lightning. The water-purifying dragon ball embedded in her right eye shone brightly, and the blue light was like a bright star in the darkness, but it still couldn't cover up the deep shock and fear in her eyes. "The remains of Chaos Nine Infants have returned from the turbulence of time and space!" Her voice trembled slightly, as if her throat was strangled by an invisible force, "And. it has merged with the nameless seed!" This news was like a heavy bomb, setting off a storm in everyone's heart.

  When Lin Feng heard this, his heart tightened and he rushed out of the dungeon without hesitation. The scene in front of him made him gasp and freeze in place. In the sky, a huge "Chaos Egg" was suspended, like a strange black sun. Its surface was like a flowing nightmare, with human faces and dragon scales constantly changing and intertwining. Each human face was distorted beyond human form, and the facial features were tightly entangled due to extreme pain and unwillingness, as if tortured by endless pain; each dragon scale exuded a cold and piercing luster, a chill from the abyss, as if it could freeze a person's soul. The surface of the egg was also covered with dense and fine lines, which were like a huge and complex net, imprisoning all the terrifying power in it, but could be broken free at any time. The beating of the egg triggered a terrible resonance of the earth veins. Every powerful heartbeat was like a dull thunder, rolling in, shaking the earth and making painful groans. The mountains in the distance began to collapse under this powerful force. Huge rocks fell from the sky like raindrops, hitting the ground and stirring up dust all over the sky.

  "We must stop it from hatching!" Lin Feng roared in his heart. He clenched the reverse scale blade tightly, and the dragon power in his body was like a volcano that was lit, boiling instantly. His dragon horns shone with dazzling light, as if it was the dawn, and his scales also shone with golden luster. The whole person was like a god of war from a myth, exuding an indestructible momentum. However, at the moment when he exerted force with his feet and was ready to rush towards the Chaos Egg with all his strength, the slightly weak but extremely firm voice of the child sounded behind him: "Look at this first." Lin Feng paused and looked down. He saw a mysterious rune slowly emerging from the palm of the child's hand. The rune flashed with a faint but powerful light. The light was like the faintest but most determined star in the night sky, swaying in the darkness but never extinguished. In the light, Lin Wanqiu's figure was looming. She was wearing a snow-white robe, as pure as a spring in the mountains. She held a silver key and stood quietly in front of a huge stone tablet. The stone tablet was engraved with ancient and mysterious words. Those words seemed to have life, exuding a mysterious atmosphere, as if telling a long-forgotten history.

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  "I am the gravekeeper of the dragon clan, guarding the monument of destiny." Lin Wanqiu's voice came from the light, with a trace of indescribable fatigue and deep sadness, as if it had traveled through the long river of time and space, carrying the vicissitudes of time, "Kunlun Ruins was afraid that the inscription on the monument would reveal their crimes, so they killed the dragon clan. And the nameless seed is their evil tool to try to control the way of heaven." Before she finished her words, a tiny crack suddenly appeared on the surface of the Chaos Egg, like a flash of lightning in the night sky, instantly attracting everyone's attention. Then, a thick black mist like ink gushed out from the crack. The black mist seemed to have life, and it quickly spread and covered the entire sky in the blink of an eye. Wherever the black mist went, the air instantly became icy cold, as if you were in a glacier that had existed for thousands of years. The ground also began to corrode, making a "sizzling" sound, as if the earth was crying in pain. In the fog, there was a strange sound of a baby crying and a dragon roaring. The sound was sometimes sharp and sometimes low, as if the new life and death were in a cruel contest, which made people shudder and their scalps numb. The crack became bigger and bigger, and a huge claw slowly emerged from the egg. The claw was covered with sharp spikes, and each spike emitted black poisonous gas. The poisonous gas spread in the air, forming strange black smoke.

  Seeing this, the tribal girl's eyes flashed with determination, and she raised the water-purifying dragon ball high without hesitation. The dragon ball instantly burst out with a strong blue light, and the blue light was like a surging tide, sweeping towards the black fog. At the collision point of the blue light and the black fog, the light splashed and made a violent roar, as if the sky and the earth collided at this moment. Her hair was lifted by the powerful force and fluttered wildly in the air, like a burning white flame. Her eyes were firm and resolute, and she shouted loudly: "Dragonborn Alliance, listen to the order, defend the fortress!" The monks in the fortress heard the order and responded one after another. They held weapons and quickly lined up in an orderly manner. Their eyes revealed determination and fearlessness, ready to face the upcoming fierce battle. Their figures seemed so small under the reflection of the blue light and the black fog, but so firm, as if they were the last line of defense to protect their homeland.

  Lin Feng looked at the Chaos Egg, then looked down at the Ni Scale Blade in his hand, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind. At this moment, he finally realized that this sharp blade that had accompanied him through countless hardships and dangers was not only a weapon to kill the enemy, but also the key to solving all the mysteries. The fragments of the Ni Scale Blade and the Nameless Seed were of the same origin. Perhaps, only it could cut off the shackles of chaos, destroy the Chaos Egg, and uncover the conspiracy hidden in the darkness of Kunlun Ruins.

  "I'll go destroy the Chaos Egg." Lin Feng's eyes were as firm as iron. He turned his head and said to the tribal girl, "I'll leave this to you."

  "Be careful." The girl nodded slightly, and the dragon ball in her hand shone brighter, as if illuminating the way forward for Lin Feng, "We'll wait for you to come back."

  Lin Feng took a deep breath, calmed his emotions, and then swung the reverse scale blade. The blade cut through the air, making a sharp whistle, as if it was a sharp blade cutting through the darkness. As the reverse scale blade swung, the space was torn like a fragile piece of paper, revealing a deep crack. Lin Feng's figure flashed, and he rushed towards the Chaos Egg without hesitation. His body was looming in the thick black fog, and his scales flickered faintly in the darkness, like the last stars in the night sky. Every step closer to the Chaos Egg, he could feel a strong and suffocating sense of oppression, as if there was an invisible big hand, desperately trying to stop him from moving forward. But there was no retreat in his eyes, and there was only one unshakable belief in his heart: to uncover the truth, save Lin Wanqiu, and restore the innocence of the dragon clan.

  When the reverse scale blade touched the Chaos Egg, the whole world seemed to be paused, and time and space were still at this moment. A deafening roar came from the egg, and the sound seemed to come from the core of chaos, with endless anger and unwillingness. Then, a force powerful enough to destroy everything surged out, instantly knocking Lin Feng out. His body was like a meteor, crossing the sky, and fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Lin Feng's mouth, staining his clothes red, but he still held the reverse scale blade tightly, and his knuckles turned white because of the force. He raised his head with difficulty, his eyes full of unyielding and tenacity, and struggled to get up again, leaving two deep footprints on the ground with his feet, and then rushed towards the Chaos Egg again, ready to face a more intense and cruel battle. Behind him, the battle between the Dragonborn Alliance and the power of chaos officially started, and the shouts of killing and the sound of weapons colliding were intertwined, and the deafening bloody and heroic curtain was opened.