Simultaneous travel: I have forged an immortal name in the heavens

At midnight.

In the dead of night, a streak of light flew across the mountains.

Like a shooting star in the night sky, it did not attract any attention.

Crossing one mountain after another.

Yang An walked along the Yangtze River. He could feel that he was getting closer to his "home"!
Getting closer.

Yang An's original body stayed in Rongcheng, while his incarnation came to look for the Bronze City near the Three Gorges.

"Fortunately, I stayed there, otherwise I would have been seen through." Yang An was glad of his decision.

It turned out that he did not travel to the modern era, but instead traveled to the heyday of the dragon clan, and had a conflict with Xia Mi.

This incident completely exceeded Yang An's expectations and caught him off guard.

However, he still did not completely trust Xia Mi, the little dragon girl.

After all, the memory of the Dragon King told him that it was difficult for dragons to trust each other, and the struggle between kings was cruel and bloody.

Just think of the seven deadly sins he had forged to slay the Dragon King.

Pride, envy, wrath, laziness, greed, gluttony, and lust
It is the most appropriate to describe the dragon.

Therefore, dragons are like demons to humans and should not be trusted.

However, the blood alliance mark that appeared on Xia Mi’s shoulder could not be faked, and Yang An’s own perception could not be faked either.

Dragons are not the terrible and brutal monsters that humans imagine.

They have their own order and their own laws.

"The truth can only be revealed when the memory is fully restored."

Now, he needs to find his brother first so that he can verify what happened.

Soon, after crossing a hill that blocked the river, a long, winding, dark river emerged from the misty mountain stream.

"arrive!"

Streams of light fell from mid-air.

Yang An landed and stood on a huge rock on the top of the mountain, overlooking the huge river below.

Only by seeing this extremely wide river with your own eyes can you understand the sighs and feelings of the ancients when faced with the Yangtze River that separated the two banks like a natural moat.

I won’t give up until I reach the Yellow River, and I won’t turn back until I reach the Yangtze River.

The river flows endlessly and never stops.

The sound of rushing water echoed on both banks.

But now is not a good time to enjoy the scenery.

A faint silver light shone from Yang An's eyes, dispelling the darkness and taking in all the scenery.

Dispelling fog and darkness is one of the functions of the Mirror Pupil.

Although he can activate the golden eyes, he still prefers the more versatile eye technique.

As for the golden eyes, they can only be used as a light bulb to decorate Niu Boyi.

Soon, Yang An felt the presence of the huge monster sinking under the water.
"Bronze City"

Looking left and right from Yang An's position.

The two banks are steep, and the river forms a crescent-like arc here. The river is turbulent, and whirlpools appear from time to time.

This hill is probably formed by the silt brought by the impact of the river, which gradually accumulated over a long period of time.

The mountain where he was standing now was called Baidi Mountain, and there was also a Chijia Mountain under the water. They echoed each other and formed a structure with an open door. This was where the Nibelungen Gate was located.

His home was once called Baidi City.

But now, the ancient city has long disappeared, buried by the river.

For example, Kaifeng, the capital of the Song Dynasty, was repeatedly flooded by the Yellow River and swallowed by silt.

When the flood receded, everything was submerged in mud, and people could only rebuild the city on the ruins, piling it up again and again.

Today, there are ruins of at least a dozen ancient cities piled up under Kaifeng.

The same thing happened to Baidi City. The silt brought by the river accumulated, and the river water also rose. Finally, it was completely submerged under the surging river. Because of the water storage in the reservoir, it was submerged even deeper!

The humid vapor continued to spread.

Feeling something, Yang An raised his head and glanced at the dark clouds gradually sinking in the sky.

A summer rainstorm is about to form, with clouds and winds surging, wind speed increasing, and the water surface churning restlessly.

As if it realized that the master who had left here would soon come back again.

It was also because of the warning of possible heavy rain that some ships that were sailing day and night in the surrounding area began to dock or speed up to leave the waters.

Yang An felt a little homesick. It was because of this brother he had never met. Well, it wasn't that he had never met him.
He has lost too many memories, but he can still feel the warmth when recalling his loved ones.

"Brother?"

Without wasting any time, Yang An muttered, then took a step forward.

The figure suddenly disappeared from the huge rock on the top of the mountain.

Vaguely.

In the pouring rain, the fishermen on both sides of the river seemed to hear a dull and loud roar of a wild beast.

The sound was like the sound of a heavy bell, spreading along the surface of the river, distant and majestic, like a huge rock pressing down on one's body, making one feel fearful.

The fishermen rushed out of their houses in the torrential rain to reinforce the anchor.

However, I accidentally saw that in the shadows of the mountains on both sides, there seemed to be a huge monster, moving freely and unrestrainedly in the rainstorm.

It is larger than the mountains and looms over the river.

Just a glimpse of it was enough to stunned the fishermen.

He opened his eyes wide, not waiting to take a closer look.

The huge black shadow was extremely agile. The next moment, it rushed directly into the river and was swallowed by the surging water surface, but it did not cause any waves.
By the time the frightened fishermen reacted, they ignored the heavy rain beating on their bodies.

He knelt on the ground trembling and kowtowed, praying for the protection of the Dragon King. The black shadow had disappeared without a trace.

When the fisherman returned home in a daze, he took the ginger tea shiveringly, and his cold body felt a little warmer. Then he told his family what he had seen and heard.

But he was laughed at by his family, saying that the so-called howling of wild beasts was actually the roar of the wind, and the black shadow he saw was probably just the reflection of a cruise ship sailing on the Yangtze River, flashing and illuminated by the thunderstorm.

There is no such thing as Dragon King in this world.

Under the water.

The turbid river water formed a blue-gray zone.

Compared to the turbulent waves on the river surface, it is surprisingly calm underwater, especially once you enter the water.

The noisy sound of flowing water, thunder and strong wind were instantly muted.

The silence was terrifying.

The black dragon transformed by Yang An was swimming freely in the water, and the perfect black dragon body like a work of art was moving flexibly in the water.

As it rolled over the river water, it startled many river fish, which fled in all directions and even bumped into each other in fear, or hit the rocks, flipped their silvery white bellies over, and passed out.

And this is just the aftermath of the passing of that giant.

The other party's huge dark gold eyes didn't even notice these tiny things.

This is because Yang An restrained his momentum.

Otherwise, these ordinary fish that sense the aura of a dragon, the top predator, and the supreme power would be killed by the dragon's majesty, or directly mutate into some unspeakable monsters.

This is how terrifying the Dragon King is.

Everything will be eroded by the brutal dragon bloodline, to the point where even ordinary people cannot even look the Dragon King in the face!
Although he is the Bronze and Fire Dragon King.

But it doesn’t mean that Yang An hates water. On the contrary, it is because he feels comfortable and at ease that he transforms into a giant dragon right here on this deserted water surface.

But I didn't expect that the reflection was noticed by a fisherman.

Fortunately, the surrounding area was filled with clouds and mist, and the heavy rain and water vapor blocked the view. Even if the fisherman told others that he saw the Dragon King, it would be considered nonsense.

Compared to the red dragon that should be as red as a gem.

After the fusion of the Dragon King, the Holy Lord and the golden-horned beast.

Yang An's dragon body turned pitch black, absorbing all light, heavy and noble, and a spiral golden horn appeared on the forehead of the dragon head.

The size of the beast was controlled to about twenty meters using the secret technique inherited from the golden-horned beast.

Sinking, sinking very fast!
The river is very deep, at least hundreds of meters.

But it only took Yang An a few seconds to speed up, and soon he arrived at the extremely quiet bottom of the river.

No matter how high the wind and waves outside are, when the waves reach the bottom of the water, only slightly rippling water waves are left.

“It should be nearby.”

While Yang An was feeling the incomparable relaxation brought by the dragon body, the elements of heaven and earth became clear and he could mobilize them. The feeling of controlling power was incomparably wonderful while he was looking for the location of Nibelungen.

Now there is an awkward question.

He couldn't find the door to his house.
It's like an old man with Alzheimer's disease. Forget it, this analogy is too inappropriate. It's like a person who suddenly loses his memory and only vaguely remembers the location of the community but forgets which door or house it is.

The surrounding water is shadowed by the rocks.
Further down the river, Yang An felt a metallic presence, about two body lengths, or forty meters.

But you can't just chisel a wall to get in.

Fortunately, Yang An's arrival was not against his will.

A long-lost consciousness was gradually awakened and felt the changes in the water flow.

"Boom--!"

The rocks and mountains were shaking, and the water waves became chaotic. Countless dust particles were stirred up from the bottom of the water and spread everywhere, covering the black dragon's body, leaving only the huge dark golden pupils that pierced through the dust!

A small earthquake occurred in the Yangtze River Basin and was quickly recorded by the seismic observatory, but the earthquake was only a magnitude 4.0 and was not serious.

Observers may never know.

A dragon king returned to his former kingdom, and the gates of the great city were opened to this extremely noble king.

soon.

Yang An noticed that the rocks on both sides were cracked, and from the influx of water he could tell there was a huge cavity underneath.

Afterwards, an incredibly huge black shadow emerged from the huge crack in the rock mountain, and the entire figure appeared in front of Yang An!

This is a dragon!

An existence that, in the perception of ordinary people, absolutely does not exist in reality.

The figure is full of power, with a streamlined back covered with barbs, as rugged as a reef, and a slender dragon tail stirring up the river water, making it impossible to calm down.

Only a dragon bone mask can be seen on the rugged dragon head, hiding the true appearance of the dragon.

It also has a pair of lantern-like golden eyes, emitting strong light like a lighthouse in the turbid water!

With anxiety and joy!

Until this huge creature that existed only in myths noticed the black dragon standing still in the water.

The black dragon was slightly more slender than this dragon, but much larger, and more beautiful and majestic, just waiting there.

Like a king waiting for his subjects to come to him!

The black dragon's not-so-bright eyes quietly watched the giant dragon in front of it suddenly stop, then crawl down with its body trembling. He could feel the awe and joy coming from the giant dragon.

There was some inexplicable meaning in the black dragon's eyes, which were filled with an ancient aura.

The sound of emotion echoed under the water.

"Samson, long time no see."

Inside the Bronze City!

As soon as he came in, Yang An transformed into human form again.

Although compared to the dragon body which was freer and more comfortable, the human body seemed to trap his strength and perception.

But Yang An still likes the human appearance more.

However, the giant dragon behind him was different. It had a body more than ten meters long, a ferocious dragon head, and a huge mouth that could swallow an ordinary ship.

But now, this terrifying creature, the most perfect and most brutal creature that humans have ever seen, followed Yang An as obediently as a kitten.

You can see the emotions, joy and piety.

It is a dragon servant, the closest attendant and guard following the Dragon King, responsible for protecting the Dragon King's most important things.

Resurrection Egg!

Humans call it a bone bottle.

The Dragon Servant will wait until the Dragon King wakes up again, and then accompany his king to continue on the road of conquest.

After all, dragons can never live in isolation. War and killing are the eternal destiny of the dragon clan. They will embark on the road of conquest and lead their army across the wilderness. Countless battle flags flutter in the wind above this endless iron-blooded army.

Yang An had a blank expression on his face. He recalled many things when he stepped into this familiar "home".

The palace looked extremely empty, filled with bronze walls, and was simple and cold.

"This place doesn't look like a very comfortable place to live."

Yang An sighed, he had not awakened the Soul Palace at the beginning, and he had stayed in the dragon clan for too long, and became more like a dragon.

Especially the aesthetics.
Looking at this bronze corridor leading to the depths of the palace, there are countless bronze sculptures standing around it. There are bronze soldiers in full armor and people wearing ancient robes, wearing crowns on their heads, and holding ivory tablets. Are they his former civil and military officials?
It should be. After all, the biggest difference between these sculptures is that they all have a long and thin neck and a strange snake head on top.

“Tsk, let me reiterate again, this perverted aesthetic was definitely not created by me,” Yang An said with disdain.

The dragon servant who was following beside him let out a low roar, as if responding to his words.

"Was this done by another dragon servant?" Yang An was stunned. Well, he did forget. After so many years, who could still remember the original intention of building the palace?

Yang An no longer paid attention to these and continued to move forward.

He passed by a huge snake sculpture, more than twenty meters high, towering over the front.

". Was this also the work of that dragon servant? This is how I look in his eyes? You must be kidding."

Yang An also noticed that next to his own sculpture stood a yellowish-brown sculpture that was completely inconsistent with the surrounding scene. It was a coiled dragon, and from the dragon's perspective, it was very beautiful.
“Could this be Xia Mi’s Little Dragon Girl?” Yang An’s eyes were odd. Not to mention, she looked much more pleasing to the eye than those bronze sculptures.

"never mind."

Yang An no longer paid attention to his home which was built thousands of years ago. He had made up his mind that he would not live here anymore. He wondered if the bronze could be sold for some money. If so, he would like to turn it into a museum, which would surely attract many curious tourists.

Yang An asked Samson behind him directly.

"Where's Constantine? Where is he? Take me to him."

But the response from Yang An was silence, and then the dragon servant lowered his head and roared.

Yang An's expression was stunned for a moment, and then he became completely gloomy, his tone was no longer gentle, but filled with anger.

"What did you say? He left here?!" (End of this chapter)