The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　A pair of hands as slender as a girl picked Him up, gently held Him in her arms, and gently stroked His body.

　"...It's over, Shadow, your loneliness is over..."

　"...Even if that apocalypse is long forgotten, your mission and mine will never be over..."

　"...Remember? A mission, a mission that cannot be violated. Whether it's assigned to you or something you voluntarily assign yourself, it all points directly to two words..."

　"...destiny..."

　"...Fate cannot be defied. We are destined to meet again here, because you are me and I am you. We are both His children..."

　Yuechen gently stroked the dark outline of the Dragon Lord, and his ice-blue vertical pupils were quiet and gentle.

　He stretched out his hand, and the ice-blue light enveloped the Dragon Lord's body,

　It's falling apart bit by bit.

　Is he seizing unknown authority...?

　"!"

　Xingmo subconsciously wanted to get up. She didn't want Yuechen to get the unknown so easily.

　But she found that she could not move. When she lowered her head, she saw the long-ringing Star Sea Bell emitting a faint light. Golden threads flowed out from Xingmo's body, binding her in the incandescent void.

　As the golden symbols flashed wildly, Xingmo felt a slight prick on his forehead.

　"...destiny."

　She closed her eyes, and the feeling of powerlessness enveloped her body again.

　It's just another part of the Star Sea Goddess's plan.

　Time and time again, should I say I'm getting used to it?

　""

　Soon, the dark little dragon turned into a shadow and was completely swallowed by the moondust.

　He turned his head, his ice-blue pupils staring at Xing Mo who was half-kneeling on the ground, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

　"Stars, do you see them?"

　His voice was light, like the night wind, like an echo from the abyss:

　"...The Dragon Gate is about to rise..."

Chapter 430: Unknown (Part 5) -4k- (Double Update in One)

　Amidst the lingering darkness, broken memories surfaced.

　Xingmo saw an ice-blue six-winged dragon arching its body above the sky. The golden starlight pierced it, and its form collapsed and disintegrated.

　It was the war between gods thousands of years ago... The Dark Moon Dragon Orbusgula was slain by the goddess in the sky above the continent.

　The earth cracked, sea water poured in, the dragon's head was cut off, its heart was taken out, and its scales fell in all directions like meteors.

　Among the flying light and shadow, Xingmo saw a shadow.

　It was a thin, pitch-black snake, and amid the dazzling meteor shower, the darkness seemed so small and inconspicuous.

　He fell into the depths of the world, tossed by the ocean currents, and polluted by the cursed river.

　lonely.

　lonely.

　Indelible loneliness.

　Every scale on his body remembers the pain of the Dark Moon Dragon's fall. Those pains were gathered, hidden, and compressed by the Dark Moon Dragon's will before his death, and finally hidden in the depths of the Cursed River.

　He was compressed so small, as small as a shadow, a wisp of smoke, or a particle.

　Before being compressed into nothingness, He raised his head and saw the goddess among the sea of ​​stars crushing the chest of the Dark Moon Dragon and transforming into a pale blue star.

　Those are fragments of truth.

　Everything about Him was separated the moment the Dark Moon Dragon fell - the blue star was the truth, and this little black dragon devoured the most insignificant part of the truth, the unknown.

　People always pursue the truth, but what stands between them and the truth is the vast ocean of the unknown.

　From the perspective of creatures seeking wisdom, the unknown is just a concept that needs to be overcome, and no one ever pays attention to the unknown itself.

　Just like this little dragon in the shadows.

　He was never seen, curled up alone in the abyss like a helpless kitten.

　Time flies, and the passing of time takes away the dead. Those souls either float up or sink, and a considerable part of them pass through Him.

　He listened to the suffering of those souls in the abyss, buried them in darkness, and let them forever become memories engraved at the bottom of the world.

　But this is not forever.

　He came—ice-blue flames tore through the darkness. It was a fire he was familiar with, the fire from the Dark Moon Dragon.

　The existence that was later called the Ice Dragon Emperor reached into the abyss and extended his claws towards the Dragon Lord.

　The Dragon Lord listened to his wish - at that time, Yan Xia was in the middle of a fierce battle between the Ice Dragon and the Fire Dragon. The Ice Dragon was at a disadvantage and was about to be defeated, and the Ice Dragon Emperor followed the guidance in his bloodline to find this place and pray for the Dragon Lord's blessing.

　Before the Ice Dragon Emperor, the power overflowing from the Dragon Lord was often captured by some extremely lucky creatures. They gradually strengthened themselves with that unknown power and gradually formed some scattered organizations.

　But even so, the Dragon Lord never expanded his ambitions outward. He was just guarding the unknown existence alone in the abyss. He was not allowed to have ambitions, nor was he allowed to be known by others.

　So, when the Ice Dragon Emperor's wish reached the abyss, the Dragon Lord did not react.

　He never reacted, His wailing continued for eternity, and no one ever responded to Him.

　But this time is different.

　He was splitting apart, and those concepts that had accumulated over thousands of years gushed out at the call of the Ice Dragon Emperor - that was the bloodline from the Dark Moon Dragon. The Dragon Lord was just the shadow of the Dark Moon Dragon. How could he have the power to resist the call of the bloodline?

　The pain of the split almost destroyed Him. Even for a god, this conceptual level of separation was unbearable, and He endured it nine times in a row.

　Later, those beings that split from Him were called the Nine Sons of the Dragon. The nine entities were formed by the fusion of different biological concepts and dragons, and they possessed the power of the Dragon King.

　The nine sons followed the Ice Dragon Emperor to conquer the Nine Provinces and soon helped him unify Yanxia.

　His pain became deeper and deeper. Every time the Nine Sons killed a living being, the sinking soul was engraved into the Three Lives Stone. Every deceased person became a part of him, and his pain grew exponentially.

　As his spirit body crumbled, more power dispersed into the surface world.

　He began to gain more power through an unknown organization and continued to grow stronger under the intentional guidance of some of the Nine Sons.

　They called themselves the Black Dragon Society, and they worshipped Him as a god, yet never begged for divine will or divine intervention. Unknown forces unfolded across the long river of history, transforming into a vast shadow that swallowed up all that was unknown.

　A robber kills an innocent child and covers up this fact with the unknown, so the parents no longer remember that they had a child and stop pursuing the matter; a villain sneaks into a married woman's boudoir, acts recklessly, and covers it up with the unknown, so the couple continues to live an ordinary life; a traitor kills a king, puts on his crown, and covers up this fact with the unknown, so he becomes a dictator who sacrifices blood to the world, and the once wise king is also swallowed up in the mist of history.

　Suffering continued to spread, suffering continued to sink, and suffering settled in every scale of the Dragon Lord, crying and wailing.

　Then He also cried out, He also wailed:

　"Kill me! Kill me! Kill me! Kill me! Kill me! Kill me!"

　One day, the Dragon Lord heard the regret from the surface world and the sigh of the Ice Dragon King.

　That sigh was like a gust of cold wind, blowing into the deepest part of the abyss, blowing on the Dragon Lord's scarlet pupils, and forming a thin layer of ice.

　Later, the Ice Dragon Emperor fell, and the Black Dragon Society completely took over Yan Xia.

　Later, the abuse of unknown power drove the Dragon Lord completely crazy.

　They built monuments for Him, they sang praises of His greatness, but He was never great.

　He was claimed and praised, but no believer ever truly stood by His side.

　He had no one to rely on except the eldest son with golden vertical pupils who listened to his wishes.

　"Kill me..."

　""

　The moment the Dragon Lord's memory faded, Xing Mo saw Yue Chen in a pitch-black robe.

　He was suspended in the air, watching everything below with indifference.

　"His wish has been fulfilled," Yuechen chuckled, "or rather... my wish has been fulfilled..."

　"Are you... the Dark Moon Dragon?" Xing Mo whispered.

　"No, that great god has fallen. How can a fallen being be reborn?" Yuechen shook his head gently. "I am but a fragment of him, a star of his, a wisp of his memory."

　"And now, His legacy has returned, and the full chord of truth is about to be revealed."

　Having said that, Yuechen suddenly turned his head, and a burst of ice blue flashed in his pupils.

　The green light that came out of nowhere was instantly disintegrated, and the next second, the black bubbles burst, creating an isolating force field.

　"It seems your little evil god is a step too late," Yuechen smiled and sighed, "I used the unknown to devour our location, so she can't interfere with us."

　"What do you want to do?" Xing Mo said coldly.

　"Of course, it's to fulfill our previous agreement," Yuechen raised a hand, "Look, the Skeleton Gate will rise!"

　As he spoke, some grand concept rose from the deepest part of the abyss like a massive tsunami.

　Xingmo raised her head and saw a pale rain curtain rising from the abyss and rushing towards the dark dome, densely packed.

　Upon closer inspection, I discovered that those pale dots...were actually countless skeletons!

　"All those concepts that once tormented Him and were buried at the bottom of the abyss will return to the surface world!" Yuechen shouted. "The rolling waves above the East China Sea will witness the rise of the Dragon Gate! They will witness the ascension of the crescent moon!"

　The noise filled her ears, and Xingmo felt a sharp pain in her forehead, almost unable to keep her eyes open.

　At this moment, among the waves of the East China Sea, Chiwen was standing on the deck of the dark blue flagship, looking solemnly at the distant horizon.

　Amid the roar of the waves, an extraordinary flow of spiritual power gushed out from below the sea level, rushing up the seabed like a gusher, and raising a hundred-meter-high sea wall.

　Ferocious black clouds covered the sky, and silver-white lightning flashed like roaring dragons.

　And amidst the waves, a huge silhouette rose from the seabed.

　"Uh ah ah ah ah!"

　Screams rang out one after another in the fleet. When the sailors who did not possess extraordinary qualities saw the secrets rising under the ocean current, they were all blinded.

　But Chiwen could see clearly what it was - it was a door.

　A dragon gate made of bones.

　Leaping over the Dragon Gate is an ancient legend in Yanxia. It is believed that any creature that has the power to leap over the legendary "Dragon Gate" can then ascend to a higher being, becoming a Dragon King or even an Angel Dragon.

　But Chiwen knew that the door was never intended for ordinary creatures.

　It opens for a king.

　If that door rises, the king will return to the world, soar into the starry sky, and turn into a crescent moon.

　Then, the Father God has fallen...

　The unknown power has changed hands, and the time has come for the Dragon Gate to rise.

　"March towards the east..." Chiwen whispered.

　He would not allow others to cross the Dragon Gate. As the father of the nine sons, Chiwen had been waiting for this day for a long time.

　Whether it is training the leaders of the Black Dragon Society or investing a large amount of resources into the naval army, for Chiwen, this is the day he has been waiting for.

　He waited for the day when the Gate of Corpses would rise.

　""

　Amidst the ocean currents, the deep blue fleet sailed towards the east, braving the wind and waves.

　At this moment, in a small tent in the middle of Maple Leaf Plain, Qiuniu was casually

　Playing the harp.

　Outside the tent, the noise of the crowd echoed, but he didn't care at all and just focused on playing.

　When the song ended, Qiuniu raised his head slightly and looked at the tents swaying in the wind.

　"The wind is rising." He murmured softly.

　""

　Lidu.

　In the magnificent ancient city, on a towering attic, an old man with tubes inserted all over his body was looking at the sky outside the window.