We traveled through time together, but I'm the only dragon? The others are all beautiful girls?

The beach was too flat and open, with no cover, which made his weak sense of shame still put up a last-ditch resistance.

"No, I checked!"

"This is a shallow area, only suitable for small paddle boats to moor."

"Furthermore, because many demon gods are sealed here, ordinary fish don't migrate here, and there aren't any unique fish worth mentioning. Even the most ardent anglers won't come here—at least not at this time! Because I've already taken care of things with Paimon!"

Since Ying has already said so much, what else can Akalion say?

--bring it on.

Ying licked her slightly dry lips, which were dry from excitement, and looked at Akalion with satisfaction after he had removed all his equipment. She didn’t understand why some people’s OP was like a small horse pulling a big cart before, but now she understood!

And so the song of wind and water began to play on this desolate island.

The wind is free and unrestrained.

He is the poem soaring through the sky, the invisible hand brushing across the earth, the eternal flow symbolizing spirit and change.

Water, on the other hand, is calm and all-encompassing.

He is the unfathomable abyss, the source of life that nurtures all things, the absolute being that symbolizes both matter and origin.

When the gentle breeze, carrying a hint of probing, slowly landed on the calm, mirror-like surface of the water, the first ripples spread outwards. In that instant, it was as if some preordained contract was quietly established there.

The breeze thought it could easily stir up waves and completely dominate this seemingly gentle body of water.

However, what He did not know was that what He was facing was not a calm lake, but the most ancient [Primordial Sea], which was capable of swallowing everything.

By the time the breeze realized it was no match for the primordial sea, it was already too late.

At this moment, the essence of things was completely stripped away.

[Existence] begins to become unstable.

The boundaries of all things are completely broken in the most primordial harmony of wind and water, as if at the very beginning of the world.

The song of wind and water has turned into violent, near-death experience music.

"Whoosh~ whoosh~ whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

The wind began to rise desperately, recklessly, and with all its might, pushing the sky, already stained blood-red by the setting sun, upward with all its might.

He tried to break free from the absolute, dominant gravitational pull of the water.

But under the unfathomable power of water, the wind has long since lost its freedom.

No matter how much He wanted to escape, He could only be gradually invaded and permeated by the greedy water until He was completely stained with the color of water.

From the intangible to the tangible.

The wave has begun!

The first wave gently reached the shore, leaving only fleeting, damp traces on the fine sand, without causing a ripple.

However, the second wave instantly transformed into a colossal wave capable of engulfing the entire beach, turning all resistance into a scene of utter devastation, too painful to behold.

When the third wave—no, it was a terrifying tsunami powerful enough to capsize the entire island.

Then came wave after wave, an unstoppable tide.

The wind, which had already turned into water, truly perceived the reality of this world amidst this endless desolation.

This is completely different from the feedback from that dark space that can ignore all physical laws.

The rhythm of water—its wildness, its violence, its ruthlessness—and the rhythm that comes from the very source of life, the wind, all of these are experienced at this moment.

The same applies to water.

The wind's freedom, etherealness, lightness, and warmth, as well as the fusion and elevation derived from spiritual will.

The water, which should have been calm, now brimmed with boundless greed.

Water longs for more wind to merge into it.

No matter how weak or precarious the wind may be!

Even if, in the next moment, this wind will no longer exist!

There was no water, and it ceased its rhythm.

Until it has completely taken over everything in this world, this raging water will never stop for even a moment.

Never, never, never!

Although the wind, beneath this raging water, still has a last wisp of breeze, as thin as a hair, stubbornly persisting, without external help, it will probably soon return to that initial void.

At that time, all that will remain of "water" will probably be boundless regret.

But the wind was powerless to reverse the situation.

In that critical final moment, the moment that could determine existence or nothingness—

Without warning, the wind and the water returned together to that eternal dark space.

Everything has changed.

In this dark space, all harm is nonexistent. The order, laws, and rules of this place leave no room for harm.

The song of wind and water begins to truly resonate with its captivating frequencies.

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: Chapter 83. Return to the Dark Space (Part 2)

Within this dark space, the initial outcome of the battle was without suspense, with Akalion possessing an absolute advantage.

As the "Intruder," his attacks were so ruthless and merciless.

The enemy general [Ying] had already raised the white flag, but he did not give up.

That primal desire for domination, stemming from the very nature of a dragon and the deepest recesses of its soul, is driving it to launch an even more ferocious and prolonged unrestricted offensive into the forbidden realm known as the "Palace" at the very heart of that city-state.

He slaughtered every soldier in the city who dared to resist, those who dared not resist, and those who surrendered, turning the already fallen city and palace into a river of blood.

"Ugh... Ah... Stop..."

Ying's consciousness had long since been reduced to a fragmented echo by the relentless phase collisions that could crush even steel.

She couldn't even string together a complete sentence that clearly expressed her wishes.

Those eyes, which should have been as bright as molten gold, had lost all focus, with only physiological tears constantly sliding down their cheeks.

Her voice was no longer the mournful cry filled with pleading that it once was.

It was a contradictory and bewildering moan, somewhere between extreme pain and extreme pleasure, a feeling she herself couldn't comprehend. The sound, like silk torn by a gale, was hoarse, yet carried a hazy, deadly allure.

Each of Akalion's advances was like a red-hot branding iron, leaving an indelible mark of domination deep within her soul.

pain.

it hurts.

It was as if the entire existence was about to be completely torn apart, stretched open, and crushed from the inside out by this tyrannical force.

However, just as her will was about to be completely swallowed up by the endless waves, a sudden change occurred.

Suddenly, a power surged through her body, causing her to grow larger for some unknown reason—neither the lighthouse nor the dark space showed any abnormalities.

Intuition reminded Ying of the spiritual light that had ignited in her mind in response to Master Zhongli's cultivation techniques, but she had no time to think about that now!

At this moment, her size was already three times that of Akalion in human form.

The tide of battle was turned completely in that instant.

The scene of a small horse pulling a toy car has instantly transformed into a small horse pulling a large cart.

Even so, the situation remained under Akalion's control.

His soldiers were all seasoned veterans, whose will and strength far surpassed that of ordinary rabble.

The city opposite only has an advantage in size.

"You mere Ying, watch me cut you down in one round!"—However, it was he who was defeated.

Akalion's soldiers, under his absolutely confident charge, were easily and completely swallowed up, strangled, and even beheaded by the city with its infinite depth.

That's impossible! There's no reason for it!

During this brief "wise man's time," Akalion forcibly suppressed his shock and resentment, and readjusted his mindset.

It's alright—it was just a momentary lapse in judgment, there's always a second round...

Report: Our general has been beheaded once again.

This time, even more blood flowed from within the city gates from Akalion.

He had to admit that he had indeed been careless.

But he can still fight!

As long as he has a breath left, he will fight to the very last moment!

Today, I, Akalion, will fight to the very last moment!

Round three...defeat.

No way! No way! No way!

Ribbit! There's no way I, Akalion, could ever lose!

If he were to transform directly into his original form, he could absolutely crush Ying's army once again.

The problem is, wouldn't that be tantamount to him admitting defeat?

"Goo—Akaglion, I absolutely refuse!"

"what--"

This thrilling and brutal siege continued until a new [Blue Heir] arrived.

It wasn't a girl's exclamation, but more like the sound of a pebble being thrown into stagnant water and then coming to an abrupt halt. But this finally brought a temporary pause to this seemingly endless battle.

Akalion and Luminosity simultaneously ceased their instinctive attacks.

In the final few clashes, Akalion, with his extraordinary endurance and observation skills derived from a true dragon, finally managed to defeat Luminous and salvage some face.

They all turned their gaze to the newcomer—a graceful young woman with long, glossy black shoulder-length hair, neatly styled bangs, two parallel gold hair clips adorning her right temple, and a long ponytail cascading down her smooth, rounded valley.

Compared to Ying's slender figure, her physique possessed a grounded composure and strength, much like her eyes, which should have been calm and decisive, yet were filled with shock and confusion.

She instinctively took a half step back, her body tense, adopting a defensive posture ready to respond to any threat. However, this only lasted for a brief moment.

On that calm face, a flush was uncontrollably spreading upwards from the neck, staining the roots of the ears.

Her lips moved, but she couldn't utter a single complete syllable.

It wasn't fear, though the scene before her was utterly illogical—Akalyon's colossal dragon form, still displaying inhuman power, and her own equally naked state—should have ignited her fighting instincts or heightened her vigilance. But…

Why... did that feeling of homecoming, originating from the depths of my soul, surge up like a tide?

Her body went limp from this inexplicable resonance, and she couldn't even muster a shred of strength to resist or escape.

Instead, it seemed to awaken her primal instincts, making her want to join in?!

What exactly is this absurd resonance? Could the answer to the mystery of her identity that she keeps pursuing lie in this unbelievable scene before her eyes?

“Don’t be afraid,” Ying’s voice was slightly hoarse from the battle, like a gentle breeze on a summer night. “We are all ‘Blue Heirs,’ another you.”

"'Lan Si'?!"

The word, like a giant hammer capable of crushing a giant's head, slammed into the deepest part of the black-haired girl's consciousness the moment she heard it.

A splitting headache.

It wasn't just physical pain; she could feel a terrifying sense of separation, as if her entire soul was being torn into billions of pieces by this sudden, strange resonance.

Countless long-forgotten fragments of memory, like dense leaves pierced by sunlight, cast countless mottled spots of light in her chaotic sea of ​​consciousness, making it impossible to reassemble them into one.

She clutched her head, her beautiful body collapsing helplessly to the ground from the unbearable pain.

That sense of intimacy, emanating from the very source of her soul and seemingly bound together across countless worlds, past, present, and future, was so real and tangible that she couldn't harbor even the slightest doubt about the words of the two figures before her.

"what happened to you?"

Akalion and Luminous asked with concern almost simultaneously. They saw the fallen girl trembling silently, receiving no response.