This time the journey was exceptionally long.
Yan Huan kept going back and forth in the world sea, looking far away with his seriously injured and turbid nine eyes, passing by one after another of the colorful floating bubbles. The Dragon God sniffed with almost confusion.
"It's nearby," he said in a low dragon roar, "but the location of the anchor point is sometimes visible and sometimes invisible, as if hidden in the clouds..."
Is this a sign? Liu Fuguang looked around, feeling a vague worry in his heart. With the shattering of the three anchor points, is Yan Huan getting weaker and weaker, so that he can't even determine the coordinates
To cover up this emotion, he whispered, "I'll come and see too."
The pure energy of utmost goodness balanced the divine power of utmost evil and finally dispersed the haze in the sea of the world, allowing them to see the dark and dark, hidden star.
"Okay, it's there." Liu Fuguang breathed a sigh of relief, "Let's go quickly."
The moment he entered the world, Yan Huan's dragon body shook strangely and stopped in the air.
"What's wrong?" Liu Fuguang asked.
Yan Huan took a deep breath and locked it tightly in his body, not exhaling for a long time.
Standing in the sky ten thousand meters high, Liu Fuguang looked down.
This is indeed a strange world. It seems that rain will never stop all over the world. The sea water has submerged most of the surface of the celestial body. Only a winding, intermittent land, like the backbone of a giant beast emerging from the water, supports the home of all living things.
"Do you feel anything?" Yan Huan asked.
Liu Fuguang frowned. He released his spiritual sense and roughly scanned the surrounding space. He said uncertainly: "Well, is there resentment? The chakra of heaven and earth is filled with a strong resentment. I also heard crying..."
He distinguished carefully, and said after careful consideration: "It is the cry of the ocean, the soil, and the world together. There is also another kind, another kind..."
This is strange. Yan Huan’s question actually stumped him.
Liu Fuguang couldn't describe it, but there was indeed a kind of aura here that he couldn't put his finger on. It surrounded him from all directions and was as familiar as a second layer of skin, making him feel like he had seen it somewhere before.
It felt... real and solid to him, because it seemed like one of those constant things in life, like the air that was everywhere.
He hated to say it, but it smelled like a place he'd lived in for a long time, but it was subtly different from a real home.
"I feel..." I feel like this is a home, Liu Fuguang was about to say.
"-Dragon Qi." Yan Huan interrupted him solemnly, "Lingering dragon Qi, this is the dragon's lair."
Liu Fuguang: “…”
Liu Fuguang choked in horror.
Yan Huan slowly circled and patrolled in the sky.
It was a delicate dance, and he was unusually cautious, the dragon's bestiality overriding his inherently vicious nature, the instinct pulsating in his blood making him try to carefully approach the nest of another of his kind.
"Young, very young." Yan Huan muttered, "A young, yet resentful dragon. Where did it come from?"
After a long time, Liu Fuguang found his voice again and said calmly: "I remember that you are the last dragon."
"The last Dragon God," Yan Huan said, "The Human Emperor and the Eleven Dragon Lords are dead. I am indeed their only heir, but..."