Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

Shen Jue's pupils burned with flames as bright as the sun.

He gazed at Baidi City, which was buried deep beneath the river.

A thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

"Am I supposed to personally go in, crack the mechanisms, and subdue or kill the Dragonblood Dead Servants and some of the dragons?"

"That would be too degrading."

Shen Jue said with disdain, "This doesn't suit my identity as the strongest crooked-mouthed dragon king."

Principal Angers was controlled by Shen Jue and flew into the air, whereupon the golden chains disappeared.

Angers, barely managing to regain his composure, looked down at Baidi City hundreds of meters below and the separated river surface, his eyelids twitching.

He was stepping on the air as if he were on the ground.

At this moment, Shen Jue used the Phantom Breath Technique and Gravity Manipulation to create a platform for Angers to stand on.

"Then what is your purpose?" Angers tried to suppress the hatred in his eyes and asked Shen Jue in a deep voice.

As a mixed-race person who has lived for a century, Angers knows that the best way to deal with someone like Shen Jue is to ask questions directly.

"Oh dear, Principal Angers."

Shen Jue stretched his body, sat cross-legged in the air, supported his cheek with one hand, and tilted his head to look at Angers.

"I can understand your hatred for the dragon race."

"But I have no intention of following those crazy dragon kings' ideas of returning the world to ancient times and turning humans into slaves of dragons."

"This is so boring."

"Human civilization is so interesting, much more so than the dragons who spend their days killing and scheming against each other."

"So?" Principal Angers asked again, his heart, which had been pounding, calming down a little.

"So, I just want to mess with and dominate all the mixed-race beauties in the world." Shen Jue winked at Angers.

"And before that."

"I have an idea."

Angers seemed to see the exclamation mark above Shen Jue's head.

"My kin, the King of Bronze and Fire, has left Baidi City in ruins for so long."

"How about I borrow it for a bit?"

"This is absolutely not about stealing someone else's love."

"When I wake that guy's brother up and give him a good talking to, he'll definitely thank me, right?"

When Shen Jue spoke about education, a hint of amusement flickered in the burning sun in his eyes.

"So what do you plan to do?" Angers reluctantly believed Shen Jue's explanation. He stood beside Shen Jue, gazing at Baidi City at the bottom of the river.

"As the strongest crooked-mouthed dragon king, of course I'll create a super-large Nibelungen that allows the Kassel Seven Monsters to team up and run dungeons."

"After all, my powers are things like smelting and creation."

Before Shen Jue had accumulated his innate abilities, the extremely thin dragon blood in his body was mostly derived from the bloodline of the King of Bronze and Fire.

However, after Shen Jue superimposed his innate abilities, the violent amplification and refinement of his bloodline directly transformed him into a human-shaped Dragon King, granting him dragon powers beyond those of the Four Great Monarchs.

That power is called the Crown of Helios, a crown of ancient glory.

This is not the simple, pure explosion and heat of the Bronze and Fire King, but a contradictory power that integrates destruction and rebirth.

Like the sun itself, it can both burn everything that comes near with its endless light and heat, and nourish all things and inspire civilization with the same light and heat.

At the heart of this power, smelting is the means of removing impurities, and creation is the process of reshaping order from ruins.

From destruction to rebirth, it is like smelting gold from ore and then casting the gold into a sacred crown.

When this power was released without reservation, the clothes on Shen Jue's body began to silently decompose and be reshaped.

The casual fabric, cut using modern techniques, transformed into the finest dust, fluttering down from his body and turning into white-gold threads of light.

These filaments seemed to possess a life of their own, like a group of joyful weavers, weaving around Shen Jue.

Finally, a pair of ancient white-gold robes, seemingly made of corona material, covered Shen Jue's body.

Shen Jue sat cross-legged in the void, wearing a white-gold ancient robe. His previous languid and casual demeanor had largely faded away, replaced by an ancient and mysterious aura belonging to a deity, the Dragon King.

Angers instinctively held his breath, as if he were not looking at a person, but at a miniature sun draped in human clothing.

Shen Jue was actually somewhat speechless. It seemed that due to the influence of other Shen Jue, he had long since developed an inseparable relationship with the concept of the sun and its power.

Even in the world of dragons, he can be called the Sun Dragon King in a certain sense.

"Actually, you can call me Yang Shen (the God of the Yang) as well."

"When I learn the martial arts of a human immortal and cross the other side with an incomparably strong physical body, I will be so lonely in most worlds that I will have no opponents."

Although Angers didn't know what Shen Jue was talking about, he still listened attentively to Shen Jue's rant.

Shen Jue didn't waste too much time on the new clothes.

He exhaled softly, and the breath condensed into a magnificent golden stream of flames in the air.

Shen Jue stretched out his right hand, his five fingers spread, aiming at the ancient city below, buried deep in the river, carrying countless secrets and history.

"rise."

He simply uttered a single word.

Phantom Breath Technique: Gravity Manipulation.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no earth-shattering tremors.

The first thing to change was the river that had been forcibly separated.

The river, which was originally blocked by an invisible wall, now began to boil violently and swell, as if an invisible giant hand, larger than the entire city, had reached into the riverbed.

Immediately afterwards, Baidi City, buried deep in mud and rock layers, emitted a muffled groan, as if from the earth's core.

Countless bubbles and murky mud surged up from beneath the city walls, turning the entire riverbed into a chaotic mess.

Then, the entire city of Baidi, along with a huge rock formation several kilometers in circumference beneath it, began to slowly rise.

First, the spire of the city gate pierced through the murky mud, then came the majestic city walls, the mottled boulders engraved with ancient totems, and finally the foundation of the entire city.

The city was uprooted and suspended tens of meters above the riverbed, its shadow looming over the entire body of water.

This miraculous sight left Principal Angers, standing in mid-air, utterly speechless. His clenched fists turned white at the knuckles as he barely managed to suppress the trembling in his body.

But it's not over yet.

Shen Jue slightly bent his five fingers, as if playing a note in the void.

The next second, countless streams of light were drawn out from the suspended White Emperor City!

Broken weapons, decaying shipwrecks, sacrificial vessels engraved with dragon patterns, and even huge stone slabs carved with murals.

All objects not directly connected to the city's main load-bearing structure seemed to be summoned by an invisible force.

Enveloped by a gentle yet irresistible force, they transformed into streaks of colorful light, flying out from the city's windows, gates, and cracks, arranging and categorizing themselves in an orderly fashion in the air, before settling steadily on the cleared riverbank in the distance.

The whole process was precise, efficient, and even had a strange beauty, as if a giant was cleaning out his long-forgotten toy box.

Then came the mindless dragon-blooded undead servants who slept in White Emperor City, and some dragons who had just awakened, their faces filled with terror and despair.

Also controlled by invisible gravity, it struggled helplessly in mid-air.

Shen Jue retrieved the cocoon containing the slumbering remains of Constantine, the younger of the Dragon King's twin brothers from the Bronze and Fire series, and placed it beside him.

Then comes the dragon-slaying masterpiece, the alchemical weapon Seven Deadly Sins.

After doing all this, Shen Jue withdrew her hand, used that hand to support her cheek again, and tilted her head to look at Angers, whose pupils were trembling beside her.

"So, what about the dungeon's location and materials?"

Shen Jue grinned, revealing a smile that Angers found utterly wicked.

"Isn't it all ready?"