Bai Liang stood in the Origin Pool, looking at the Dragon King with wary eyes.

The Dragon King felt uncomfortable being stared at by such eyes, so he turned to look at the other Origin Emperors, hoping to get their support.

Origin Chen Nu stumbled forward step by step, stretched out her palms with slightly loose skin, and wanted to touch Bai Liang gently, but Bai Liang turned away and avoided her.

"Who on earth are you!" Bai Liang stepped back and the pool water splashed. He asked loudly with a pale face: "I said I'm tired of watching it. When will this boring farce end!?"

The goddess of origin Chen Nu's eyes were sad, and she suddenly stretched out her hand to touch the void. Suddenly, the void exuded waves of sleeping aura, causing Bai Liang, who was still frightened and alert just now, to gradually fall into coma.

thump!

Bai Liang fell into the pool of origin and fell into a coma.

Maiden Chen waved her hand tiredly and called to the Dragon Emperor: "Send the Holy Son to the Hall of Cultivation of the Heart and let him rest for a while. Maybe he is just too mentally stressed."

The Dragon King nodded silently, waved his hand and took out a generous dragon couch from the storage space, carefully carried Bai Liang to the bed, and then took him to the Yangxin Hall.

The Hall of Nourishing Heart, as the name suggests, is dedicated to recuperating the spirit.

There are ancient temple incense that calms the mind, warm crystals placed everywhere, and hundreds of wonderful maids flapping their wings around a top-quality soothing crystal. The moment you step into the Nourishing Heart Hall, you feel as if you have arrived in an endless world.

The carefree paradise escapes all the troubles in the world, leaving only the purest relaxation and tranquility.

Bai Liang lay here quietly, and time passed.

Two years passed quietly, causing no disturbance in the long and eternal era of the great world.

When Bai Liang opened his eyes again, what he saw was warm sunshine, and the birds were singing and the fragrance of flowers was outside the beautifully patterned windows. Everything was so warm and pleasant.

"Forehead……"

Bai Liang struggled to hold himself up, coughed twice, and a few drops of blood spurted out of his throat. He ignored his physical condition and shouted to the empty Yangxin Hall: "Is there anyone there?"

In an instant, hundreds of beautiful maids walked out from behind the screen and knelt in front of Bai Liang's dragon couch as soft as if they were boneless.

"Your Highness is finally awake?" The leading maid, with a cinnabar mole on her eyebrows and curved eyebrows, said softly in surprise: "I have already sent a message to the emperors."

"Where is this?" Bai Liang interrupted her.

"Heart-nurturing Hall."

"How many years have I been lying here?"

"Two years."

"Two years?" Bai Liang got out of bed in brocade clothes and walked to the window sill. The sunlight poured on his tired and pale face, and his once bright eyes also looked a little pale.

Dry lips.

Coughing up bloody throat.

A tired and weak body.

Painful head.

All the symptoms on your body are telling Bai Liang that something is wrong with you.

Bai Liang pursed his lips and looked out the window at the long garden, his mind crazily recalling the memories before he fell into coma.

Nightmares come back again and again.

The mixture of falsehood and truth again and again.

The old emperor turned into a statue.

A tired and exhausted mother.

Like the lying Dragon King.

Scenes from two years ago replayed in my mind like a slideshow.

"Ah!" Bai Liang closed his eyes in pain and rubbed his temples: "Which memories are true?"

At this time, the door of Yangxin Hall was pushed open.

There was only one person, and he looked extremely tired.

Bai Liang looked back and frowned: "Dragon Emperor?"

The one coming is the Dragon King.

But today, the armor the Dragon King was wearing was in tatters, with many parts scorched black from the battle. His left ear was missing, and there was a wound on his chest that was nearly tearing open. It seemed like it was scratched by a wild beast.

"The Holy Son finally wakes up?"

The Dragon King's attitude was a bit cold.

"Now that the Holy Son has awakened, prepare to ascend the throne."

But what the Dragon King said made Bai Liang tremble all over.

"Ascending the throne?" Bai Liang's eyes widened: "Acting on what throne?"

The Dragon King showed a mocking smile, pointed at the flowers hanging on the beams of the Yangxin Palace, and said coldly: "In the Temple of Origin, how else can the respected Holy Son of Origin ascend to the throne? Apart from the Patriarch of Origin, Origin

The Emperor, the leader of the original human race, is there any other authority that can allow the Holy Son to ascend?"

In an instant, Bai Liang froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

He looked up and discovered something he had overlooked.

There are white paper flowers on the beams of the main room of Yangxin Hall, and there are sad wind chimes hanging outside the windows. In front of the dragon couch where he is lying, there is also a man made of paper kneeling. In front of the paper man, there is also a man with three white incense sticks.

Sacrifice furnace.

All the furnishings hint at something tragic.

Bai Liang asked tremblingly: "Who died?"

The Dragon King pointed in the direction of the Heavenly Domain: "Your grandfather is dead."

Buzz!

Thunder breaks out from the ground!

Thunder broke through Bai Liang's mind.

He suddenly coughed out a mouthful of thick blood and held on to the railing of the dragon bed, which was teetering.

"My grandfather is dead..."

"Original Emperor is dead?!"

Bai Liang trembled all over and shouted in disbelief: "How is that possible!"

The Dragon King smiled coldly: "It seems that our respected Holy Son of Origin does not have a particularly good memory."

"Two years ago you were polluted by evil spirits, and there was a high probability that your soul was missing."

"In order to save you, your grandfather went to the Heaven Realm alone to look for fairy beans."

"As a result, once he left, he never came back."

The Dragon King clenched his fists tightly, anger burning deep in his eyes, but it was not directed at Bai Liang.

"The old emperor is dead, your mother is ill, and you are still in a coma all day long."

"The direct line of origin of the human race has all collapsed."

"If you had not been contaminated by evil spirits, your grandfather would not have been framed in the Cangtian Realm, your mother would not have been severely damaged by self-destruction of her soul, the direct line of origin would not have declined, and foreign races from all over the world would not have swarmed in. Xuan

The emperor will not raise the banner of supporting the royal family and betray the direct lineage of Origin, and the Origin human race will not fall into civil strife for two years!"

The Dragon King suddenly raised his head and looked at Bai Liang fiercely.

"Two years!"

"Two whole years!"

"The origin human race is leaderless and fragmented!"

"The foreign barbarians trampled the origin frontier and drove forward on horseback."

"Origin Frontier has 30,000 stars, more than half of which have been lost."

"My respected Holy Son of Origin, do you know how many trillions of fellow human beings are wailing under the iron hooves of alien races every day?"

The Dragon King approached Bai Liang step by step.

Bai Liang stepped back step by step.

Finally, the Dragon King suddenly drew his sword, and the sword was halfway out of the scabbard, revealing a dripping coldness. His eyes were like tigers, he approached Bai Liang, stared into Bai Liang's eyes, and said word by word: "That's it, your mother."

Or should I let you rest in the safest place? Do you know that every second of peace on the dragon bed where you rest is supported by countless human corpses?"

quiet!

Silent as a tomb!

Bai Liang was stunned as he listened to these shocking words.

I couldn't come back to my senses for a long time.

"I……"
Chapter completed!