"It is dusk, the most wonderful moment created by the Creator between light and darkness." "The Future" couldn't help but exclaim:

"We may have passed two days, two weeks, and maybe the war above has ended. However, as long as we see the sunshine, my restlessness eroded by the 'sorrow' will begin to calm down, and the correct perception of time and space will gradually recover."

"Yes, this is the gift I give you: "Battle of Dusk". Those 'sorrows' that are always used to disturbing thoughts and spirits are things that have never existed in our dragon clan. The so-called 'sorrow' is nothing but an accessory brought by the [wisdom] of human nature." Mr. "Dragon" said in a low voice, his eyes consistent with "future" and Loka. He looked up and stared at the "golden" brilliance that poured into the ground.

The warmth and light part is dispelling coldness and loneliness, and the gradually strong light implies their fate of "prosperity" and "death".

Like the dragon clan, like humans. With the sleeping creator promoting the continuous evolution of "reason", the past overlord "dragon clan" and the current overlord "human" are both experiencing a profound and painful journey.

Any intelligent creature born in this world seems to be surrounded by increasingly intense despair and dimness. The golden light represents the inevitable hope, while the gloomy hall is the best reflection of reality.

Surviving in this pitiful world, even if it is full of dark magic power and the power of ancient gods, you will always feel fear and cold. In humans, strange beasts and dragons gradually coexist peacefully and the third era of steam era, even if you encounter strange beasts and ice demons in the wilderness in the eastern part of the Naibsk Plain, humans will never feel any panic.

In that era, no one was afraid of the cruel and arrogant beasts, no one was afraid of the thieves who were in a mess, no one was afraid of the blood clan sipping blood, and no one was afraid of the so-called "ghosts" that were haggard.

That is an unreachable past!

In a trance, the "future" realized that he was walking on a gorgeous road filled with strange stars.

Under his feet are endless cosmic stars, on the right is a chaotic colorful wall, and on the left, outside a barbed wire wall is a double horse lane with no end and no end.

The "future" involuntarily walks on this half of his path, and the world on the left is also changing rapidly.

From a Cruzde noble to a torrent of steel, to a lost person and a "unintentional person", it has become a means of transportation beyond his understanding that does not belong to any era between the mainland.

The carriageway turned into a spacious but crowded car lane, and the neon colors made him almost unable to open his eyes. Rows of transformations with machines were connected to the transformation between various aircraft in silence, but the sky was still in chaos and darkness.

Suddenly, the time around began to twist and fold, and endless stars rushed towards the body of the "future".

When he opened his eyes again, he returned to Mr. Long, in the dim hall.

"Boy, you saw the 'future', right?" Mr. Long asked with a smile.

"Is the future"?" "The future" paused and nodded:

"Indeed, the 'future' has seen the 'future'. It should be a scene that does not belong to any period of human development. If the present is not a wasteland era that is desperate and suffocating, I would rather believe that it belongs to humanity's future.

"Pure boy. You must have entered the 'Sithan Realm'. The 'Ying Province' under the jurisdiction of the Khitan Rises once accidentally built a similar path in its appeal to the spirits of all things. They once said: 'Do not have a burden on the gift of God and the realm of mortals, and look at the truth."

"How to understand?" asked in confusion.

But Mr. Long did not respond to him, but turned his back on his back, revealing a pair of wide and somewhat exaggerated wings that looked similar to ghost patterns, and continued:

"When your feet step on the stars, it is a little energy left by the Creator. You must have seen a wall, which belongs to a certain era. It is the "reason", which stipulates the strict boundary between time and space, and also divides the two eras into two clearly divided sections.

"A part is the 'present time' you are in, and what you see is the 'future time' that will inevitably happen. Back then, our ancestors did not have the ability to die with mankind, but the Creator gave instructions to demand that this continent be full of wisdom. Therefore, we would rather escape into the dark and hopeless dragon realm than launch any resistance that could destroy the world."

"In fact... I admire the Dragon Clan." "The Future" said from the bottom of my heart:

"Your power is enough to surpass any strange beast, your magic is enough to surpass any extraordinary person, and your control and use of "reason" exceeds any god. Obviously, you are the race closest to the position of gods, but they are the first players to lose in this "game".

"Human history always begins when the dragon race begins to rule in full, such as "General History of Cruzed", "A Brief History of the Supreme Man", and "The Record of Man" compiled by the Khitan Reese. I have read some manuscript records and remember that the Khitan Reese tried to release you, but the little emperor called the "Sad" still welcomed the end of death.

"But, Mr. Long, do you guide me to the 'future', want to give me some kind of mission? Or is it a gentle warning?"

"None are not." Mr. Long shook his head, turned his body, stroked the already red and hot mask, and said softly:

"This disaster... has lasted long enough and has far exceeded the limit of punishment. Perhaps, the Creator, the old man who acquiesced to the arrival of the "Sing Yuan Crisis", was only providing human beings with an opportunity to analyze themselves. In fact, from the moment the sun sets, the "Silent Flame Age" has ended. According to the law of the gods, the seven "Time Yuan" are followed by seven "era". According to the initial deduction, the entry of human beings into the wasteland era is exactly the sixth era, and the opening of the "Flame Age".

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "This new era is short enough that perhaps the future will easily ignore it. However, the Creator promised that before the "Flame Times" came, a young man carrying the "Red Power of Inheritance" would come south of Cruzd. He is the guardian of [order], the union of darkness and light, and a poor worm tortured by pain and twisted fate.

"The end of this so-called 'deep relic of bitterness' is not 'lower below'. Boy, I smelled a familiar breath on you. You must have entered our realm, right?"

"Indeed, it's just in the form of consciousness." "The Future" nodded and admitted.

"That's right. When you walk there, you are the remains of [Order]. [Order], that is, the young man who calls himself "Echoer". His body cannot completely accept the power of our dragon clan, so he is forced to sleep in a field surrounded by ice and snow." "Mr. Dragon" instructed:

"But thirty years have already made these powers perfectly match him. He should have awakened. So many years of unwillingness and crying should have been completely poured into this disgusting continent. Of course, all actions will give you corresponding rewards. The armor just now, that is, "Zhuo Gen's Humble", belongs to you.

"If my perception has not made any mistakes, then you must be accustomed to traveling and being good at getting treasures in dangerous situations. If you crush this herald, you will no longer have to be recognized by the "sequence card", but will be recognized by the higher-level "dragon clan" and truly use the profession ability of the [explorer].

"If one day you can go to the east of our dragon clan, the Fire Empire that will never fall for thousands of years, and have the power of the dragon clan, you will get more respect."

"Is that so? Thank you." "Future" said, his eyes closed and he bowed to Mr. Long.

Immediately afterwards, he took out the herald in his arms, surged the dark magic power in his body, poured it into the fingertips of his five fingers, and pinched it hard towards "Zhuo Gen's Humble".

Suddenly, the originally solid and complete heraldry became fragmented in an instant, and in the palace filled with ancient winds, it turned into countless luminous powders, uncontrollably combined in the air.

The spiritual part of the powder continues to extend under the guidance of Mr. Dragon and pours into the seven orifices of the "future". Those dim and lifeless powders are under the influence of "sorrow", like an inextinguishable restless flame, and are rushing around indiscriminately, changing into ferocious, distorted, and transcend human cognition, highlighting death, fear, sorrow and madness.

Soon, a small compass mark appeared on the forehead of "Future", next to the dark mark under the dark purple curly hair.

Driven by instinct, "Future" recites a new spell that belongs to the exclusive skill of "Search" of the [Explorer]:

"The spirit of all things, please guide the dusty things. Those things that have not been in the past, those that have been discarded, and those that have been forced to be buried must eventually be bathed in the sun."

This is a skill that [explorer] naturally possesses, which can make him proficient in cracking various mechanisms and door locks, and can find the storage places for treasures and the exits of various relics in complex environments. More importantly, it also gives the "future" the ability to peek at the mystery after the fog, greatly improving his insight, and giving him some rational analysis ability.

Moreover, when encountering "two events", the [explorer] who has enabled the "search" ability will always choose the right path.

"Very good, boy." After seeing that the use of new abilities in the future has passed, Mr. Long said in a deep voice with a little regret of parting:

"I am about to get rid of my shackles and be freed from the cage. My mission has been completed, and my soul will either ascend to heaven or return to the arms of the Creator. You are my first guests in this new era. Soon, another group of 'mechanical and monsters' will arrive here. It is time to leave here, boy, I wish you, finally, to the distant place, to the true paradise of ours, Khitan Ris."

"Mr. Long, I also believe that the real [Restart Era] will come, and a period of inclusiveness and peace will come. [Order] will eventually establish the [Order] that belongs to everyone." "The Future" smiled.

Soon, a layer of dazzling red flame attached to the stone slab behind him, which instantly divided it into two, turning into two "leap arrays" that revealed chaos.
Chapter completed!