Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

  Where had Sui Xiong gone?

  He himself wasn’t very sure.

  About a minute ago, he had been working hard to stabilize the situation and trying to use his body to support the underground adventure park, “Dragon and Dungeons,” that was about to collapse.

  As a result, before the rickety vault was fixed again, he felt a horrible wind coming from the sky, as if it was going to destroy him, the whole underground maze, and the Void City below.

  “F*ck! Don’t take me for a hello kitty when I’m a sleeping tiger!”

  Sui Xiong was so angry that he was about to launch a fierce attack and show the enemies his true colors when he saw shining lights around his body. Just before he could launch an attack, he felt a strange force block him.

  The force was cold and gloomy, filled with an indescribable sense of evil that creeped people out. But what made Sui Xiong worry more was that he found the force to be extraordinarily powerful.

  How powerful was the force? Sui Xiong had fought with his brother Yorgaardman before. Although neither side had tried their best at that time, Sui Xiong had still been able to feel the strong Divine Power of Yorgaardman. Now, he felt that the evil force was more powerful than even that of Yorgaardman. Moreover, it wasn’t as strong as he had experienced in the battle in which the God of Light had killed the God of Sun, but it was totally different in essence from that battle, which made people feel that they weren’t even at the same level!

  How?!

  Sui Xiong cried out in alarm, and curiosity overwhelmed everything in his heart immediately. He left one of his avatars filled with great Divine Power to support the underground adventure park and temporarily created another avatar, transferring his consciousness into that one, and went to meet with the powerful stranger.

  His actions were certainly not wise and could even be called crazy. If…… even if he was given a second or two to think about, he couldn’t possibly have made a crazier choice.

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  But in an instant, when everything vanished in a flash, he had no time to think about it and had to make decisions subconsciously.

  However, at that moment, he made an incredible choice without knowing that it was affected by his artist’s nature or that he was affected by the force, and his heart was overwhelmed with curiosity.

  He made his choice in just a moment.

  A moment later, Sui Xiong found himself in a deep and dark world. From the space wave that hadn’t calmed down yet around him, he guessed that he had travelled a long distance in an instant and wasn’t sure how far he had travelled.

  Sui Xiong was also not in the mood to think about issues like how far he had travelled. He snapped back to attention and paid close attention to any clues around him with the greatest of vigilance.

  Although he didn’t know where he was, he was sure that it was a very dangerous place!

  Visual, auditory, smell, taste, touch, Divine Power scanning, magic scanning, soul sensing…… He used all his abilities to detect his surroundings, even the sonar abilities he had developed when he had lived in the sea.

  Therefore, the darkness faded in his eyes and his surroundings became clear again.

  Then he was stunned.

  “F*ck! What the f*ck is this?”

  For a moment, he couldn’t help but cry out.

  It wasn’t because he was ignorant, but because what he had seen in front of him was too weird!

  It was a blurred darkness, or maybe not darkness at all, but indescribable chaos. It could only be recognized as black because Sui Xiong couldn’t see its true colors through his sensory organs.

  Sui Xiong didn’t find any signs of life from the chaos, but his intuition told him clearly that the chaos in front of him was the culprit that had summoned him here and torn up space.

  There was no need for reasoning, because the incredible force from the chaos was evidence, solid evidence.

  How could such chaos to be so powerful?

  Sui Xiong was very confident now, so he asked tentatively, “What’s your name? Why do you invite me here?”

  No response.

  Sui Xiong frowned, thought for a moment and asked again. However, this time, he didn’t use the common language spoken by ordinary people in the Main Plane, but the language with the oldest history he knew of—the language of the dragon race.

  The dragon race was not the earliest intelligent race in the world, but it was the best-preserved and most complete race among them.

  Among other races, many had changed their languages many times in a relatively short period. For example, the elves had the Archaic Elvish Language, or golden elvish language, ancient elvish language, which had begun in the middle of the elvish empire and modern elvish language. The human race had changed at least fifteen of their major languages. The Orcs’ was the most exaggerated. They had changed their official languages six times in the past three thousand years, which had destroyed the continuity and inheritance of their culture.

  If they had no God who would live forever and regard time as nothing, the Orcs couldn’t maintain a reliable culture.

  However, the dragon race was different, for the first time the dragon race had established their civilization, they had stubbornly conserved the traditional languages and characters. Although with the passage of time and changes in society, they would add new words, they would never delete any old words.

  Their stubborn and inflexible practice had made their language grow more and more complicated and lengthy with each addition. Scholars of other races often needed to spend much time and energy to learn their languages, which contained infinite meaningless content.

  This was a very painful thing, especially when people knew that most of what they had learned was useless, so scholars of other races once said with grief and indignation, “We have to spend a tenth or more of our lives to learn things that are meaningless to non-immortals. That’s ruining us!”

  However, regardless of people’s grief, indignation, or criticism, the dragon race still insisted on their stubborn way of passing down their culture, which people found hard to imagine.

  Anyway, it wasn’t a problem for a dragon to learn their language, because every newborn dragon could learn their language directly from their blood without any trouble.

  Sui Xiong had also learned the language of the dragon race at the beginning—it wasn’t a simplified version of the language that casters had learned, but a complete version that linguists and archaeologists learned specially.

  Now, this language had become useful.

  Sui Xiong dared to bet with his own tentacles that unless the chaos deliberately pretended to be silly, it would not be entirely indifferent to the complete version of the language of the dragon race!