"Tony, do you think Qin Yang will lose?"

"I can't see clearly what's happening in the battle. The flames are too intense to see through. But the fighting continues inside, as evidenced by the ongoing clashes on the outskirts, which means Qin Yang is still alive. If he were to die now, that would be troublesome."

Nia couldn't discern the situation from her vantage point up high, and neither could Tony. Meanwhile, Yao, who wanted to capture a big news story, had his camera destroyed in the raging fire. Without entering personally, they remained oblivious.

"I just hope it's only death. What worries me the most is if Qin Yang's Dragon Soul is extinguished, the master won't rest."

"Extinguished? Does this unexpected guest have such power?" Tony found it hard to believe. Over time, Tony had come to believe that Qin Yang was an almost indestructible existence. Even if his body died, his Dragon Soul could return with past memories and power. The concern Nia raised was something he had never considered before.

"I can feel it. The opponent is a dragon of the same level, similar to the Sacred and Demon Dragons, capable of commanding the respect of other dragons, like a Dragon Emperor."

"Do dragons have emperors too?"

"Of course, Sacred Dragons and Demon Dragons are themselves. As emperors, they possess powers distinct from other dragons. This emperor's power is probably 'Inextinguishable Flames.'"

"I see. If it's the kind of flame that absorbs everything, then that's truly terrifying." Tony breathed a sigh of relief.

"When something keeps heating up endlessly, there's no limit to how hot it can get. With enough time, it might become omnipotent."

"Then wouldn't he be another sun? But right now, nothing seems amiss."

"Who knows, maybe he doesn't need to use it, or perhaps he can't use it. It's all uncertain." Nia stood up, finally wanting to leave the high ground.

"Where do you want to go?"

Nia nervously replied to Tony, "I need to be with my two brothers."

Tony didn't inquire further. Matters of dragons were only truly understood by dragons themselves, and to them, the demon races were insignificant. But Nia commanded his respect, and he would respect their decisions.

An elongated sword, shimmering in the fiery night, seemed to hint at the existence of a serious threat even to the King of the Beastmen.

"Qin Yang has stirred up some trouble."

2

I found myself in the midst of a sea of fire, surrounded by pillar-like flames, and Anubis's Hellhounds kept coming in waves. To me, it seemed like a routine.

"Elena, you really don't plan to leave?"

"If what you say is true, then what choice do I have? Even if you die, I..."

"Do you believe them?"

"I don't, but I can't ignore it."

"Then do me a favor: deal with these dogs. Shang's strategy is to delay and let Qimilofe build its nest. Do you know what The Human Realm's hottest spot is?"

Elena suddenly understood why the ground was shifting and why it was taking so long.

"Lava? A volcano!"

While we were in the midst of this sea of fire, we couldn't fully perceive the changes in the landscape, but it wasn't difficult to imagine what it would eventually become— a volcano.

"Don't waste any more words!" Elena stamped her foot, and hundreds of swords sprang up from the ground. She effortlessly grabbed two, and the Hellhounds immediately lost their heads. All the swords hovered in the air, and Shang, wielding a long staff, moved skillfully through the sword array. Elena's fighting style was challenging to deal with, as Anubis-like combat experience was very extensive, and there was a power gap Shang had to exploit.

I had no intention of helping Elena first; Qimilofe was more dangerous. With a giant sword raised and partially transformed into a dragon, I charged into the sea of fire and saw Qimilofe. Surrounded by swirling flames, he seemed to be meditating.

"You're finally here, so slow!" the chubby man opened his eyes, spitting out dark red flames from his mouth with great force, requiring both hands to push the sword forward together.

"You, if you know anything about me, spill it now, or... there will be consequences! You've killed enough people."

"Oh? Are humans not allowed to kill?"

"Because the resentment of the dead will disturb the balance of the two strongest energies in the three realms!"

Hold on! Light and darkness are the two strongest energies. Apart from the Magic of Light and Darkness itself, the emotions of gods, humans, and demons also heavily influence these two forces. The Demon Realm is the most powerful place of darkness, with the Human Realm divided in half between light and darkness. The greatest light resides in the Divine Realm. However, besides maintaining the most powerful Light Magic, the Divine Realm's inner core is beginning to darken. Perhaps soon it may also be split half and half. So when Marutian talks about playing around and destroying this world afterward, this is what he means. Destroying it when the time comes will indeed be very easy.

"Don't get distracted!" I took a punch to the abdomen from Qimilofi, flying out of the sea of flames.

Xiao Qiong's "Thunder Roar" was summoned into my hands through a contract, but the lightning attack did not work.

"It seems I don't need to create a battlefield for myself; you here aren't that intimidating. Or do you still want to reverse time?" Qimilofi suddenly approached, his round belly pushing against me, the fierce flames enveloping my right hand. He understood that the key to my time reversal energy lay in the "seal of The Demon Realm" on my right hand.

"Why do you want my life?"

"You know the answer yourself!" Qimilofi was very displeased when asked this question.

"I can't understand a word you're saying." The Flame of Punishment on me resisted fiercely against Qimilofi's flames. This was not my intention; it was the will of the divine fire. As the complete form of the Four Divine Flames, it had no intention of losing to external flames.

"Then let the departed Emperors tell you the truth, but your dragon soul won't have a chance to meet them!"

This chubby man was entirely made of flames, determined to help me destroy my dragon soul.

"Ah! I really don't understand anything you're saying."

In an instant, the two flames exploded, shooting up into the sky with golden-red flames overpowering the red flames. I felt that in just a moment, I had already lost.

Smack, Qimilofi caught my throat and slammed it vertically... twice!

"Cough, cough!"

"The golden flame is just a facade!" Qimilofi roared to the sky, flames erupting from his chubby body, his entire form engulfed in fire, obscuring his face completely.

Today, one after another, they sought to take my life, and this dragon, despite being rational, had no intentions of speaking up.

"Where exactly... is this dragon realm you speak of?"

"Shut up, don't you dare mention the dragon realm again!"

"Right, where is the dragon realm, and why am I to blame?"

"Ah!" Flames spewed from his mouth as Qimilofi grew more furious, and my resistance was faltering. Apart from the power of the time axis, I had no way out. But this time, no matter how I tried to rewind, he had already passed through the crack. What should I do now?

Unexplained dragon roars resonated in the sky, not coming from us. The dragon's cry continued in three layers, and I seemed to have a hunch about who it was.

The crack behind me had already extended for miles. Looking at the island, the people there would probably find it difficult to escape. As disaster struck, who should be blamed for this? Can it really all be pinned on me?

The fierce wind whips up a thousand layers of waves, and I almost forgot that this is the seaside!

Suddenly, a massive figure descends from high above, with three ferocious dragon heads. Three-headed dragon Pia, the three siblings? Are they here for retribution? Do they still need to use dragon forms? Is it necessary?

The three-headed dragon continuously breathes fire, strangely targeting Qimiluo Fei.

"Inferior dragon, how courageous!"

Qimiluo Fei spits out flames from his mouth, facing the three-headed dragon head-on.

Then, Qimiluo Fei's chest cracks open, revealing a bright red dragon core. The dragon core is where a dragon hides its essence when transforming into other beings. In essence, it is a collection of dragon bones, able to transform regardless of its flesh and blood.

The dragon core pulsates strongly with light, all flames breathing together with it. Its majestic aura is suffocating, making humans gasp for air and immortals beg for mercy.

Wings sprout from Qimiluo Fei's back, enveloping himself, and he flies up into the sky, revealing his magnificent dragon form.

"Turns out you're just an empty shell statue," Elena pierces through Shuang's heart with her sword, only to find emptiness inside, sensing only half of a soul.

"Tsk, I may be a half-soul empty shell, but you're complete. Yet I understand that as long as I'm with my brother, even if it takes thirty more years, I won't be lonely or lost. What about you? What are you living for?"

"Thirteen million years ago, when I waited alone, your ancestors weren't even born!" Elena is angry, unsure why she's feeling this way.

"A dragon?"

Elena and Shuang look up to see the shadow of three dragons in the sky, while Qimiluo Fei reveals a dragon body twice the size of the three-headed dragons. The three dragons appear as small hatchlings before him, and Qimiluo Fei is enveloped in flames, concealing his true form.

"So, the fatty is actually a dragon? Saying he doesn't know what he is." Shuang withdraws his body from Elena's sword and says, "Looks like there's no need for us to fight. With a slap like that, neither of us need to flee."

Shuang swiftly turns and leaps out of the battlefield, as Elena looks around but can't find his figure. She only sees the fire dragons in the sky blocking out the sun, illuminating the Mo Island, when suddenly the ground beneath her feet cracks open, revealing something fiery and red underground.

"Peng!" The dragon breath of the three dragons on Qimiluo Fei is like a tickle, not hurting him in the slightest.