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

His flesh and blood were almost dried up, leaving only a layer of withered skin clinging to his skeleton.

His hair had long since fallen out, his teeth were exposed, and his eyes were sunken and so cloudy that they were almost invisible.

Even with his body in such a state of disrepair, he still sat upright on the throne.

His back remained straight.

Like a king who has decayed to the extreme, still blocking a door that cannot be opened for the world behind him.

He seemed to want to raise his hand.

That withered finger had just left the armrest of the throne by an inch.

"boom!"

The black pillar behind them suddenly deepened.

The black light surged, as if something in the abyss had sensed the loosening and was frantically crawling outwards.

The bones beneath the throne trembled violently.

The camera in Tang Lin's hand emitted a piercing noise.

The person on the throne paused for a moment, and finally could only slowly lower his arm.

But it was this gesture that revealed to everyone what was on his finger bones.

A black ring.

Rough.

dull.

There is no radiance.

It was so ugly that it looked like a piece of black iron that had been casually polished.

The moment they saw it, everyone was jolted.

Dragon King Ring!

That's the Dragon King's Ring!

On the playground of Jinling Wuzhong School, Yan Cong suddenly turned his head to look at Ye Chen, his lips trembling for a long time, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

In the sky revealed earlier, a Dragon King Ring was clearly unearthed in the Holy Master's Tomb.

How come there are still some here?

Which one is a counterfeit?

Or is it a replica made in later generations?

The thought only flashed through everyone's minds for a moment.

next second.

A hoarse, almost broken voice came from the throne.

"Those who come after..."

"You've arrived."

Every word seemed to be painstakingly ground out from a cracked throat bone.

It was slow, heavy, yet very clear.

Tang Lin seemed to finally come to his senses, and the camera suddenly lowered its angle.

His voice trembled, but he still tried his best to remain respectful.

"Junior, Tang Lin, leader of the third group of Bureau 749!"

"Greetings, Senior Dragon King!"

The figure on the throne remained silent for a moment.

"749..."

He raised his withered head and looked at the dilapidated palace complex hanging upside down from the dome.

A faint trace of reminiscence suddenly flashed in those cloudy eyes.

"This situation..."

"Was it built by that kid Lin... Jiuye?"

Tang Lin responded immediately.

"yes!"

"The first Director-General of the 749 Bureau of the Dragon Kingdom was none other than Senior Lin Jiuye!"

"what……"

The person on the throne sighed softly.

The sigh was long and low.

It seems to have been blowing for five thousand years, and it continues for five thousand years to come.

A sudden gust of wind arose deep in the wilderness.

The wind swept through the altar, past the corpses of the former members of the Dragon King's Palace.

The tattered black clothes fluttered in the wind.

The faded golden dragon loomed faintly in the dust.

Like an organization that has been dead for five thousand years, still bowing to their king.

Tang Lin's eyes reddened.

His knuckles turned white as he gripped the recorder.

At that moment, he seemed to have forgotten that he was still on a mission.

They also forgot that the person sitting in front of them was a legendary figure who had been debated by countless people in history books.

He only saw one person.

A dragon kingdom elder who has been trapped in the abyss for five thousand years.

Tang Lin's voice softened, as if afraid of disturbing the souls of the dead on this battlefield.

"Dragon... Senior Dragon King."

"We've come to pick you up..."

He swallowed hard before uttering the last two words.

"go home."

Come back home.

These two words were spoken.

Inside and outside the canopy, everyone felt as if something had hit their chest.

The figure on the throne did not answer immediately.

He simply repeated it in a low voice.

"go home……"

Those two words sounded like words I hadn't heard in a long time.

The sight of it falling into his empty eyes caused his cloudy pupils to light up briefly.

Available soon.

The light went out again.

He lowered his head, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his chapped lips.

There seemed to be laughter in his voice, and there seemed to be tears as well.

"There's no going back."

Tang Lin's hand holding the equipment trembled suddenly, and the camera also tilted slightly.

"senior!"

The figure on the throne slowly spoke.

"The time... is not yet up."

"If I leave my seat, this place will open."

He spoke very slowly.

With each word spoken, the black pillar behind him would tremble.

It was as if countless unseen things were lurking in the depths of darkness, listening to his voice.

"Wait a minute..."

"Let's go."

"call--"

A gust of wind carrying the scent of decay suddenly rushed toward the camera.

The edges of the image were instantly covered with black noise.

Tang Lin's eyes turned completely red.

"But senior, we've already found you!"

"Bureau 749 can mobilize personnel, resources, and even request assistance from the National Government and the National Protection Army!"

"We can figure something out!"

"You can't stay here forever!"

"senior!"

"Senior Dragon King—"

"Sizzle sizzle—"

A piercing white noise suddenly exploded.

The screen started shaking violently.

throne.

Black pillar.

altar.

Remains.

The gaunt figure that had sat there for five thousand years gradually blurred in the flickering light.

The last second.

The crowd vaguely saw that the person on the throne seemed to raise his eyes and glance at the camera.

That glance was so calm, so unsettling, as if he had long been accustomed to loneliness.

I have long since accepted that I cannot turn back.

"Sizzle—"

The screen went completely black.

The video ends.

Aikun reappeared in the live stream room.

The barrage of comments didn't flood in as usual.

The playground of Jinling Wuzhong High School was empty except for the sound of the wind.

Even Yan Cong stopped making any more suggestive remarks.

Everyone was waiting for Ai Kun to speak.

In the live stream room.

Aikun took a deep breath.

But after he took that breath, he paused for several seconds before finally making a sound.

"After watching this video, you kids should all know."

"Dragon King..."

"He is not dead."

These words were spoken.

The comments section remained silent.

Everyone knows that this is no longer just a question of whether a legendary figure is alive.

This is the first real contact between the present world and five thousand years ago.

This was also the first time that the official authorities had told the world this.

Those who are written into myths, enshrined in history books, and treated as legends may still be guarding something for humanity in some unknown place.

Aikun paused for a few seconds.

He then looked up at the camera, his voice low.

"Not only that."

"Bureau 749 and our program team now have an even more terrifying speculation."

"Like the God of War, the Divine Healer, the Night's Watch, the Father of All Races..."

As he said this, his Adam's apple bobbed.

"Even legendary figures like the Desolate Heavenly Emperor..."

"Very likely."

"They all survived!"

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That'll be three chapters for today. I worked the night shift all night and I'm done.

By the way, I wanted to ask you guys, what do you think of the recent episodes?

Is there anything you don't like?