The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

The crowd finally saw clearly that in the center of the palace complex, a huge angel statue was hanging upside down.

The statue was originally supposed to be pure white.

Because on several stone surfaces not covered by bloodstains, one can still see remnants of almost pristine white.

It should have spread its arms and wings, looking down upon all living beings with a compassionate attitude.

But now.

Its arms were half broken off, its wings were incomplete, and the entire statue was soaked in dark red.

It's as if it's been soaked through layer by layer in blood over the long years.

The camera lingered on the angel's face.

Those stone-like eyes hung vacantly.

Two black tear tracks were visible below the corners of her eyes.

The tear tracks ran down its cheeks, defying gravity, and fell into the dried bloodstains at its feet.

Like a god who cried before he died.

"Gulp!"

Many viewers felt a chill run down their spines and their hair stand on end when they saw this scene.

Some viewers from later generations crawled into bed, but their fingers remained glued to the screen.

Despite being trembling with fear, she couldn't resist her curiosity and continued watching.

On the playground of Jinling Wuzhong School.

Almost silent.

Despite it being the height of summer, the students on the playground felt as if a chill was creeping up their spines.

"Old... Old Ye."

Yan Cong swallowed hard and stared stiffly at Ye Chen.

"Do you think Old Dragon might have died there?"

Ye Chen's gaze turned solemn, and he slowly shook his head.

"I don't know."

"But it probably won't be this time."

"Yes."

Yan Cong patted his chest, trying to calm himself down.

"What Tianmu said before was that Old Dragon was dragged down for three years by that bitch from the Leng family, and the Alliance of Gods recovered, which is why they were able to exhaust all the old Dragon King Palace members."

"Not even three yet..."

Yan Cong suddenly froze halfway through his sentence.

"etc!!!"

"It seems like there are less than two months left until the three-year mark?!"

He suddenly widened his eyes and slapped his thigh.

"Old Ye!"

"That idiot Lao Long was too busy showing off!"

"Do you think it's possible that the Alliance of Gods is already fully prepared, their strength has been restored, and they're just waiting to make their move against the Dragon King's Palace!"

"As a result, the old dragon, leading a group of remnants of his army, marched off triumphantly, shouting 'I will slay the gods!' and went straight to attack them!"

"Isn't this just like throwing lambs to the slaughter?"

"What's the difference between this and a low-health monkey attacking a full-health Liu Bei?"

"Oh no, Old Long is really in big trouble this time!"

Ye Chen shook his head again.

"Long Aotian isn't that stupid."

At this moment, Zhuge Wang also came over, tossing the copper coins in his hand, his expression unusually serious.

"I've seen his aura before; he has a dragon's aura hidden within him."

Yan Cong paused for a moment.

Ye Chen continued, "His choice of the Mortal Realm Breakthrough Method wasn't because he was truly out of his mind."

Yan Cong's throat moved.

"so what?"

Zhuge Wang also grabbed the copper coin, a glint of shrewdness in his eyes.

"A dragon hidden in the abyss must undergo a trial that no ordinary person can endure in order to transform into a flying dragon in the sky."

"Now his hidden dragon shackles have been broken."

"To truly soar like a dragon in the sky, one still needs a tribulation of lightning."

Ye Chen looked up at the upside-down hall.

He paused, his voice heavy.

"He probably saw the Alliance of Gods as the tribulation he had to overcome from the very beginning."

Yan Cong opened his mouth.

"I...I..."

He racked his brains for a long time, but still couldn't find the right words.

Finally, he could only give a thumbs up and manage to utter a single sentence.

"Holy crap, Old Dragon is awesome!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he looked up at the weeping angel statue in the sky.

That worry returned to his face.

"Then why did that person in later generations say that the old dragon might be inside?"

Ye Chen did not answer immediately.

As he looked at the upside-down divine kingdom in the picture, and at the skeletons of the former members of the Dragon King's Palace scattered everywhere, a sense of heaviness appeared in his eyes.

After a moment, he shook his head.

"Just keep watching and you'll find out."

The voice just fell.

In the celestial display.

The camera pans down and turns to the towering black pillar that you see as soon as you enter the Abyss of Fallen Gods!

At this moment, all eyes, both in the present and future, were held captive by that towering black pillar.

No one spoke.

No one blinked.

Because the camera is moving down inch by inch along that towering black pillar.

Black light pierced the heavens and earth.

The further down you go, the denser the noise becomes in the image.

Tang Lin's breathing grew heavier and heavier, each breath rapid enough to make one's heart tighten.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

The edges of the lens flickered incessantly, as if something unseen was gnawing at the image.

at last.

The camera passes through the outer layer of the black pillar and freezes on the center of the earth.

There stood a giant altar.

The altar resembled a pyramid with its top flattened, entirely black, and its surface covered with cracks.

The stone steps on all four sides extend downwards, disappearing into the gray mist at their end.

Each step was covered with bones.

Some of the skeletons were draped in rotten black uniforms, and the golden dragon on their chests had faded.

Some of the skeletons were dressed in tattered robes, their angel emblems on the backs smeared with blood.

It's still them: the Dragon King's Palace and the Alliance of Gods.

Two behemoths that once ruled the underworld are buried here together, as if they were buried together.

The camera continues to pan upwards.

At the very top of the altar was a pitch-black platform.

A towering black pillar is bursting forth from the center of the platform.

The black light was silent.

But everyone felt a stuffy sensation in their eardrums.

Something indescribable seemed to be breathing softly deep within the black pillar.

next second.

The camera zooms in.

The breaths of all the audience members stopped at the same time.

In the center of the platform stands a black throne tens of meters high.

The throne was enormous and cold, with ancient, incomprehensible patterns carved on its armrests.

And on the throne.

A figure sat upright.

The figure was very thin, so thin that it was just a withered skin covering a skeleton.

A black pillar shot up from behind him, as if he alone had suppressed five thousand years of darkness.

"Click..."

In the deathly silent space, a cracking sound suddenly rang out.

The sound was like misaligned bones.

It's like a rusted chain being forcibly pulled by some force.

Tang Lin's camera suddenly jerked.

On the playground of Jinling Wuzhong High School, Yan Cong's scalp tingled instantly.

"Holy crap..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his voice caught in his throat.

Because everyone saw it.

The figure on the throne slowly raised his head.

Five thousand years of dust seemed to be awakened at this moment by his single action.

Tang Lin was clearly also frightened.

The camera shook violently, with large patches of static and noise flashing along the edges.

It took quite a while for the image to stabilize again.

"hiss--"

At that moment, countless viewers gasped in shock in front of their screens.

But when the camera refocused on the person's face, the fear that rose in everyone's hearts was quickly suppressed by another emotion.

Sour and astringent.

heavy.

There is also an indescribable feeling of suffocation.

It no longer resembled a living person, but rather a piece of history that had been gnawed down to the bones by the years, yet still refused to fall.