Defeat the entire world with the power of one dragon!

Chapter 551 The Emperor's Son in the Immortal Wilderness

The air in the Fairy Wilderness is always filled with the sweet fragrance of grass, trees, and nectar.

It's a peculiar fragrance, neither as rich as rose nor as delicate as jasmine. It's as if countless fragrances have been blended together by some kind of magical essence, and then, after being nourished by sunlight and dew, they have finally condensed into a unique aroma.

With each breath, you can feel the sweet fragrance seeping into your lungs, making your emotions involuntarily invigorated.

The spirits call this the taste of happiness.

It is said that outsiders who stay for a long time will also be infected by this atmosphere and become much more cheerful than before.

Galos was already used to this aura.

At this moment, he was lying on a clearing covered with golden moss, surrounded by low shrubs and glowing mushrooms. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the tree canopy, casting dappled shadows on his crimson scales.

A tiny dragon was perched on the back of his claw.

Her body length was less than a meter from head to tail, making her look like a tiny embellishment on the back of the dragon's claws.

Her wingspan was much larger than her body, and her two pairs of wings were as thin as cicada wings, shimmering with a rainbow-like luster in the sunlight. She had a pair of curved horns on her head, and a floral wreath necklace woven from flower buds hung around her neck.

Fairy Dragon, Vera.

"And then what?"

Vera flapped her wings and flew off the back of the giant claw, approaching the dragon.

Her eyes widened, her pupils gleaming with curiosity, as she pressed, "What happened after you killed that great demon? What was the reaction of the other demons?"

"Were you so scared you wet yourself? Knelt down and begged for mercy? Or knelt down and cried out to the dragon 'Grandpa, have mercy!'"

Garus looked at the fairy dragon that was almost touching his nose and instinctively wanted to sneeze.

He restrained himself, tilted his head back slightly, and created some distance.

"I didn't notice."

"Didn't you notice?"

Vera puffed out her cheeks in disappointment.

The fairy dragon's cheeks were already a bit round, and this puff made them even rounder, like a hamster stuffed with nuts. At the same time, the corners of its mouth turned down, as if it had suffered a great injustice.

"How could you not notice such a wonderful moment?"

"If I were there, I would stand majestically on the battlefield, looking down at those trembling demons, letting them know who the boss is! At the same time, I would write down every detail and then go back and tell my friends about it."

She paused for a moment, then regained her composure.

"But you killed a great demon! A great demon slayer! The kind that sounds incredibly powerful just from its name!"

"When the other demons see that you killed their leader, they will definitely be so scared that they will kneel down and beg for mercy. Some may even wet their pants. Although I am not sure whether demons wear pants or not, the point is to convey the message."

Galos shook his head slightly: "Demons don't kneel down and beg for mercy."

"They would either rush up to their deaths or run away. After I killed the Great Demon that time, most of the remaining demons were cleared out by other legendaries."

"And then what?"

Vera pressed for an answer.

"Then I returned to Dragon Court, rested for a month, and then went to smooth out the rift."

"that's it?"

That's all.

Vera blinked, tilting her head slightly, as if she was pondering something important.

"Too brief."

A few seconds later, she shook her head and said.

"Not exciting enough, not thrilling enough, not...legendary enough."

“If I told this story to my friends, they would definitely be disappointed.”

“They’ll say, Vera, are you lying to us? How could the Red Emperor be so boring? Killing a great demon and that’s it? Sweeping away a rift and that’s it? No twists and turns, no suspense, no reversals!”

She raised her head, puffed out her small chest, and looked at Galos with bright, sparkling eyes.

"How about this, I'll polish it up for you."

Garos tilted his head and looked at the fairy dragon: "Refinement?"

"Yes, polishing, this isn't the first time I've done something like this."

Vera proudly raised her head, her chin practically pointing to the sky.

"I'm a professional."

“The spirits love to hear stories, but true stories are often short and boring. I’m not saying your deeds are boring, but you’ve told them too briefly. So we need talented storytellers like me to add flesh and blood, give them wings, and bring them to life.”

She cleared her throat, puffed out her small chest, and adopted a serious demeanor.

Listen carefully.

Vera took a deep breath and then spoke.

"The great Red Emperor, Garoth Ignas, stands proudly above the heavens, with three heads and six arms, his body burning with golden lightning and blood-red flames. His figure blocks out the sun, his aura shakes the heavens and earth, his gaze pierces through time and space. He looks down at the ugly and ferocious massacre demon, his eyes like torches and his voice like thunder."

She paused, deliberately lowering her voice to imitate an authoritative tone.

He said, "Demon, today is your death day!"

Then, his voice returned to normal, and he continued, "The Great Demon charged forward with a sinister grin, his demonic energy sweeping across the heavens and earth, as black as ink, dyeing half the sky black. He wanted to challenge the Red Emperor's majesty, he wanted to prove that the power of the Abyss was unmatched."

"But the Red Emperor neither dodged nor avoided, and unleashed all six arms at once!"

"One punch shatters the Great Demon's breastplate! One claw tears open the Great Demon's belly! One elbow crushes the Great Demon's head!"

"and many more."

Galos interrupted her impassioned words: "I didn't smash his head with my elbow."

Vera waved her little hand.

"Artistic processing".

"Oh, don't worry about the details. A story is only interesting if it's a little exaggerated."

Galos shook his head slightly, but did not refute further.

"Then let's continue."

Vera continued speaking at length.

From the Red Emperor's solo kill of the Great Demon to the Red Emperor's single strike that leveled the rift, it tells how the Red Emperor's power shook the world and made demons tremble in fear.
Interspersed throughout are various exaggerated rhetoric, outrageous metaphors, and reactions from all sides that are completely inconsistent with the facts.

According to her, demons would go weak at the sight of the Red Emperor, the Abyss Rift would be permanently closed by a single claw, and even the will of the Abyss would be alarmed, letting out a wail in the void.

Galos listened quietly, occasionally correcting anything that was too outrageous.

For example, he didn't unleash a single dragon breath that burned through three layers of the abyss and directly killed the Demon King.

Ten minutes later, Vera finally finished speaking.

She exhaled a long breath, flapped her wings, and looked like a puppy waiting for praise, her tail wagging so high it almost flew to the sky.

"How was it? Amazing, right?"

Galos thought for a moment and commented, "Brilliant, but it doesn't sound realistic enough."

"It's meant to be unreal!"

Vera shook her head smugly.

"The spirits love to hear these kinds of unreal stories."

"Why be so realistic? Real stories are so boring. What did you eat today, what are you going to do tomorrow, who did you meet the day after tomorrow? Who wants to hear about these things?"

"What you just said, killing the great demon, leveling the rift, it's all said in a few words, it's empty."

"But if I polish it, I can talk about it with my friends for days! They love to listen, and I love to talk, so it's the best of both worlds!"

Galos paused for a moment.

He found himself unable to refute it.

The fairy dragon paused, its eyes narrowing into two crescent moons, and continued, "When I get back, I'll tell my friends this, and they'll admire me even more. Last time I told them the story of the Red Emperor killing three high-level demon generals with one swipe of his claw, and they listened so attentively. Several of the little ones kept asking me questions all day, insisting that I tell them more."

For Vera, the story of the Red Emperor is constantly being updated.

In fact, if there are no new stories for too long, the story-loving spirits will pester her, following her almost every step of the way, eagerly waiting for her to update the story.

Vera wasn't bothered by it; she enjoyed being adored.

So whenever she ran out of stories to tell, she would invite Galos to the Fairy Wilderness, pester him relentlessly, following him almost every step of the way, eagerly waiting for him to tell her about the material world.

Just then, Galos suddenly remembered something.

"Vera, I remember you're a Dream Sorcerer?"

"Yes."

Vera nodded, patting her chest with her little paws: "I'm a very powerful Dream Sorcerer. Besides, your heritage definitely doesn't contain the knowledge of the Dream Sorcerer path; that's something only we Fairy Dragons possess."

She paused, then added proudly.

The specific content of the lineages of different dragons varies.

The dream path is essentially a variant of the spiritual path.

Galos's legacy contains knowledge of the mind, but not much knowledge of dreams. Those things about dreams, illusions, and the subconscious are quite different from the Red Iron Dragon's fighting style.

Red Iron Dragon thought for a moment and asked, "Can you pull people into your dreams at will?"

"Of course."

"The fairy dragon said."

"However, this is on the premise that the other party's will is not firm."

"For example, those who are sleeping soundly, or those who are drunk and confused, you can easily prick them."

"If you encounter someone with a strong will, it won't be so easy. It's like pushing a door. If the door isn't locked, you can just push it open. If the door is locked, you have to find a way to pry it open. If there's a cabinet behind the door, then it's basically hopeless."

She paused, glancing at the red iron dragon a few times.

"Just like you, no matter how soundly you sleep, I can't let you into my dreams or enter your dreams. Your will is too strong, like a wall of steel, and I simply can't get through it."

Galos nodded slightly.

Indeed, if Vera could pull him into her dream, given her mischievous nature, she would definitely have already run into her dream and played pranks on him.

"Can you construct a dream world where you can simulate battles and hone your skills?"

Galus asked again.

Vera tilted her head and thought for a moment.

"The former is acceptable."

"I often bring my friends into my dreams, and... well... I play happily with them."

"But what you're talking about... simulated combat? Skill training? I don't understand. Aren't dreams for playing and resting? Why would you want to fight in a dream?"

Galos described it to her in detail.

After hearing this, the fairy dragon shook its little head.

"How could such a thing be possible?"

"Aren't dreams often vague and abstract? Unlike reality, they're not as clear and stable."

"Moreover, our skills as dream sorcerers tend to be more about turning what I think into reality, rather than truly specializing in the dream realm. I'm better at letting my friends see what I want them to see, rather than constructing a complete and stable dream world. The kind you're talking about... is too intricate, I can't do it."

She paused for a moment, then looked at the red iron dragon.

"Why are you asking this? Do you want to train in your dreams?"

"Wait, Garus, are you going to go too far? Leave some room for the other dragons. This makes us normal dragons look lazy, but I've already been very diligent!"

She protested.

Galos seemed lost in thought and did not answer.

Vera waited a few seconds, and seeing that he didn't speak, she didn't press him for an answer.

She flapped her wings, then came close to him and said impatiently, "I'm going to update the Red Emperor story for my friends."

"I have new material this time, so I'm determined to make my story more engaging."

"Want to join me? I'll tell you a story, and you can pose along. It'll definitely be more effective. For example, when I tell you about how a claw shatters a breastplate, you can wave your claw; when I tell you about how dragon breath surges, you can breathe out a small flame, just to make a gesture."

Galos was not interested in this.

He shook his head slightly: "Do you take me for a puppet that can be manipulated? I'm not going."

The fairy dragon was not disappointed by the rejection.

She chuckled, a sly and triumphant laugh, then raised her chin and said in an evil tone:
"They're all the same, hehehe."

“I can create one of you directly and let you pose in any way you want.”

"And you can only obediently accept it!"

Whoosh!
Before he could finish speaking, the fairy dragon flapped its wings and quickly slipped away, leaving behind a string of soft laughter in the air.

Garus was already used to the fairy dragon's unpredictable nature.

He rose from the moss, stretched his body, then spread his wings and flew into the sky, concealing his presence to avoid being noticed, and then silently surveyed the land.

Below, the verdant countryside no longer resembles its former settlement.

It became more expansive and prosperous.

The orchards spread out along the terrain, like a colorful brocade covering the earth.

In the forest clearing, small constructs moved about, pruning branches and harvesting fruit. Their metal armor was covered with graffiti—flowers, suns, and crooked dragon patterns—all the work of the spirits.

Further away, a troop of cavalry swept across the horizon.

Some spirits rode on the broad backs of the centaurs, their wings flapping excitedly, their laughter carried on the wind and faintly audible.

This is a routine daily patrol.

However, it was more like a leisurely drive than a patrol. The elves enjoyed it, and the centaurs were happy to go. Both sides got what they wanted.

Near the settlement, other dragons can occasionally be seen.

They were always surrounded by many spirits.

The little creatures seemed to be maintaining or decorating the dragons' scales with flower petals and dew. Some were wiping the scales, some were applying nectar, and some were weaving wreaths. The dragons, meanwhile, were always dozing with their eyes closed, enjoying the comfort of the place. Occasionally, they would open their eyes for a glance and then continue to sleep.

The dragon is a guardian sent by the Kingdom of Aura.

They use their power to protect this land and defend it against external threats, while the spirits only need to be happy, nourishing the earth with joyful emotions and making this land full of life.

Galus looked further into the distance.

In areas inhabited by evil spirits, faint traces of smoke could be seen rising.

Every so often, a small team led by a dragon will venture deep into the chaotic lands.

They will conduct routine sweeps, acting ruthlessly and decisively to eliminate the number of monsters born from negative emotions, while also making the fruits of negative emotions even more abundant.

Galus hovered briefly in the sky before descending.

He crossed a babbling brook, then went around several huge, lush trees, and came to a wide-open meadow.

On the grass, a dragon shadow more than thirty meters long was lying there.

Deborah, the Crimson Silver Dragon.

Her scales were a rose color, a blend of silver and copper, shimmering softly in the sunlight. The surface of the scales was decorated with vibrant silver patterns, flowing and graceful, as if painted with the finest silver powder, sparkling brilliantly.

At this moment, she was half-closing her eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun.

The dragon had a lazy and contented look on its face.

Beside her, three smaller dragons were each doing their own thing.

A silver dragon with a unique double-wing structure lay beside Deborah.

At this moment, she was coiled up in a circle, her head buried in her tail, fast asleep. Her body was the size of a normal adult dragon, much larger than the other two smaller dragons. Her breathing was steady and long, with the occasional soft snore.

It was Isanora.

On the other side, there was a bronze dragon that was not yet a young man.

Her scales were a bright copper color, and when she ran, she looked like a leaping flame. At this moment, she was chasing and playing with several little flower fairies in the sunlight.

The little fairies flew ahead, giggling, while the bronze dragon chased after them, its four legs flapping excitedly.

Under the shade of the trees on the west side, a small dragon, about the same size as the bronze dragon, lay alone.

He was a silver dragon, his scales were silvery-white, lighter than Isanora's, and the lines were sharper. He was half-closing his eyes, watching the bronze dragons chasing and playing, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

Garos folded his wings and landed beside the crimson-silver dragon. "You're back?"

Deborah opened her eyes.

"Ah."

I just chatted with Vera for a while.

Galos lay down beside her, close to the body of the crimson silver dragon, feeling the warmth and touch of its scales.

As they were talking, the bronze dragon, who was chasing the flower fairy, also spotted Garus.

"Father!"

Her eyes lit up, and she took off running, completely disregarding her image, leaving the little flower fairies behind, unable to catch up no matter what.

Upon reaching Garos, the bronze dragon stopped in its tracks.

She tilted her head back and said, "Father, my dearest father, I've missed you so much!"

Galos lowered his head and looked at her.

Eleanor Ignas.

Like the red-gold dragon Gabriel, she inherited the Claw of Annihilation from Garos.

This trait has great potential and ranks among the top of all Garros's traits, almost comparable to Dragon Jade.

However, Eleanor's mind was not on the battle.

She doesn't have much ambition to become stronger, and her personality is similar to that of a normal bronze dragon: lively, curious, playful, and cheerful.

Her arrival once brought comfort to her grandfather.

Garus's offspring are all highly skilled and have complex personalities; it's quite rare for a normal dragon to emerge from among them.

"Eleanor, my child, I miss you too."

Garros reached out a claw and gently stroked the head of the bronze dragon.

Its claws were bigger than her entire head, so it could only gently scratch the top of her head with its fingertips.

"really?"

"real."

The bronze dragon's eyes shone even brighter, revealing a sly smile. "Since you miss me, then play a riddle game with me. We haven't played one in a long time."

Galos nodded.

"can."

The bronze dragon jumped up and down excitedly, saying, "My mother always says I'm a master of riddles! Give me one, and I'm sure I can guess it."

Galos glanced at his partner.

Deborah blinked, then pretended to sleep.

Seeing this, Galos withdrew his gaze.

He thought for a moment, then said, "Then let me ask you, what decreases when divided and increases when combined?"

Eleanor, the bronze dragon, tilted her head, blinked, and fell into deep thought.

"The more you divide, the less there is... The more you unite, the more there is..."

Is it water?

She asked tentatively, "No, water is still water even when it's divided, and it's still water when it's poured together. It won't increase or decrease."

"Is it sand?"

She then doubted herself, "That's not right either. Sand is sand whether it's separated or put together..."

As she was thinking, her eyes suddenly lit up.

"I see!"

"Yes"

At that moment, a cold and calm voice came from the side.

"group."

Galos turned his head and looked at the little silver dragon under the shade of the tree.

Cynos Ignas.

On the surface, he looked like a normal silver dragon, except that he was stronger, larger, with thicker scales and more solid muscles than other silver dragons of the same age.

However, within this body, like Galos's eldest son, there exists a Dragon Jade.

"A group? A group of people is less when separated, but more when they come together... It makes more sense than I thought."

Eleanor murmured.

She turned to Garros.

"Father, is this the answer?"

Galos said, "My riddle has no standard answer. As long as it makes sense, it is correct. Cynos's answer is acceptable."

Upon hearing this, the bronze dragon turned to the little silver dragon and bared its teeth.

"Cynos, don't eavesdrop on my father and me guessing riddles! And don't try to answer first!"

The little silver dragon said slowly and deliberately, "I wasn't eavesdropping; I was listening openly and honestly."

"You...you were eavesdropping!"

"Your voice is so loud, it's hard for me not to hear it."

Eleanor snorted and said, "I'll let it go now, but you're not allowed to answer first now."

"alright."

"I was just saying that casually. Anyway, your riddles aren't that difficult, so it's better not to answer them first, so as not to waste my time."

The little silver dragon turned its head away, looking rather uninterested.

"Father, one more."

Eleanor raised her head and looked longingly at the red iron dragon.

Galos thought for a moment and then came up with another one.

"What is something that's there every day, but you can never grasp it?"

Eleanor immediately began to think, muttering to herself.

On the other side, the silver dragon Cynos remained silent, simply sitting quietly under the shade of the tree, glancing over from time to time, as if waiting for something.

"Yes……"

"It's time."

The voice of the silver dragon Cynos rang out again, unhurried and calm as still water.

The bronze dragon was slightly taken aback, then said angrily, "My wretched brother, you answered again?"

The little silver dragon tilted its head and slowly said, "My dear sister, you've been thinking about this for so long. I thought you couldn't answer it, so I said it."

"We can't just keep waiting, can we? By the time you figure out the answer, it'll be dark."

He paused for a moment, then said, "You guys continue, I won't answer anymore."

After saying that, he turned his head to the side again, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, clearly indicating that he was in a very good mood.

On the other side, because the silver dragon's tone was very pleasant, Eleanor's anger subsided, and she turned back to her dragon father, ready to continue the riddle.

"Father, let's start over."

Garus glanced at the little silver dragon, then said to the bronze dragon, "Your brother is deliberately teasing you. He's probably thinking you're stupid, and he'll probably try to answer again next time."

Eleanor paused for a moment.

Then, she turned her head sharply and glared at Cynos under the shade of the tree.

Cynos kept his head turned to the side, pretending to be indifferent, but his slightly trembling body betrayed him; he seemed to be suppressing a laugh, and to a great extent, he was suppressing it very hard.

Eleanor's scales gleamed with anger, as if a fire were burning on her body.

"Sy-nor-s!"

She leaped to her feet and sprinted towards the shade of the tree.

Silver Dragon reacted quickly.

When he saw Eleanor rushing over, he immediately jumped up from the ground, spread his wings and was about to fly away. His movements were agile and swift, and it was clear that this was not the first time he had done this.

But he was still a step too slow.

Eleanor's Spellbreaker Claws reached out and grabbed his hind leg.

She forcefully pulled him down from the air.

boom!
The two little dragons tumbled together and rolled around on the grass several times.

"Serves you right for answering first! Serves you right for calling me stupid!"

Eleanor rode on the silver dragon's back, her two front claws slapping at his head repeatedly.

The silver dragon struggled.

He twisted his body, trying to push Eleanor off.

His Dragon Jade is very powerful when he's fighting desperately, but in a scuffle like this, it's far from being comparable to the Claw of Annihilation. He's no match for it in a head-on confrontation.

Silver Dragon could only passively take the beating.

Not far away, several little flower fairies flew in the air, watching this scene and clapping and cheering excitedly.

Go Eleanor!

"Hit him! Hit him!"

"Cynos got beaten up again!"

Silver Dragon glared at them briefly.

The flower fairies flew away laughing and joking.

Galos watched this scene without stopping it.

He turned to Deborah and said, "I don't know who this child takes after. She's usually quite calm, but she has this wicked sense of humor... this kind of personality..."

"I don't know where he learned that from."

Deborah looked at him strangely.

Galos waited a few seconds, and seeing that she didn't respond, asked again:
"how?"

Deborah looked away: "It's nothing."

Just then, a lazy voice rang out.

"What's all the noise about..."

Isanora slowly raised her head.

She had been asleep for who knows how long, and was finally woken up. Her silver eyes were still heavy with sleep as she looked around in a daze.

"Eleanor...Cynos...you're fighting again?"

Upon clearly identifying the culprit that had woken her up, the silver dragon Isanora's eyes sharpened slightly.

The displeasure of being disturbed right after waking up was clearly written on his face.

Under her gaze, the two little dragons trembled and stopped simultaneously.

Eleanor was still riding on Cynos, in a claw-waving pose; Cynos lay on the ground, his two front paws protecting his head. They both turned their heads at the same time to look at Isanora.

Clearly, Isanora held considerable prestige in their eyes.

"Don't disturb my sleep, or else..."

As Yinlong spoke, his voice grew softer and softer.

She buried her head back into her tail and fell asleep again, not even noticing her father, the red iron dragon, in her blind spot.

The sunlight shone on the grass, and everything became quiet.

Only the rustling of the breeze through the treetops and the faint laughter of spirits drifted from afar.

Eleanor and the silver dragon exchanged a glance, then looked at their sleeping sister. They tacitly softened their movements. Eleanor got off the silver dragon, and the silver dragon got up from the ground, shaking off the grass clippings from its scales.

"Try to answer again next time..."

Eleanor lowered her voice and waved her little paw.

The little silver dragon didn't speak, it just shook the dust off its scales.

It became quiet again.

Afterwards, Garos stayed in the Fairy Wilderness for a while longer.

Banquets, revelry, entertainment...

The spirits were enthusiastic and joyful, with new activities almost every day. Today was the Fruit Harvest Festival, tomorrow was Dew Collection Day, and the day after tomorrow was the Moonlight Dance Party.

They always have reason to celebrate and laugh.

Life here is always pleasant, so pleasant that Galos wants to forget all the conflicts and troubles and immerse himself in joy.

The pressure that accumulates in the material world gradually dissipates here.

However, happy times are always short-lived.

Galos knew it was time for him to return to the material world; he couldn't continue to enjoy himself here.

At that moment, the fairy dragon Vera flapped her wings and flew over quickly.

Are you leaving?

"Ah."

The fairy dragon nodded and said, "I'll take you there and open a portal for you."

The Kingdom of Aura already has a stable dimensional portal here, but it is difficult for Garos to pass through. He mainly relies on the Fairy Dragon for his travels.

But this time, Galos looked at her and shook his head slightly.

"Need not."

Dragon energy surged forth from his body, coalescing into six giant arms behind him.

Their muscles bulged, their scales covered them, and their claws were sharp. Then they all extended out at once, slightly bent, with the tips of their claws pointing towards the space in front of them.

Space began to distort before his claws.

First, there were tiny cracks, like cracks in glass, then the cracks spread, forming an irregular fissure. As the dragon's arm muscles bulged, the fissure grew larger and larger, enough for his entire body to pass through.

The fairy dragon asked in confusion, "Huh? What are you going to do?"

Galos said, "With more trips to the Immortal Wilderness, I've gradually been able to control the strength and direction. For example, I can directly tear through space and travel between Bernardo and here."

His tone was calm, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.

Upon hearing this, the fairy dragon's eyes widened, its mouth opened wide, and its jaw almost dropped to the ground.

"No, how could you do this?"

She snapped out of her reverie and said, "You should spend every day immersed in the heavy burden of inherited knowledge until your head aches, studying complex spatial and dimensional knowledge, and mastering the corresponding teleportation skills... only then can you travel between dimensions. This is the path a normal dragon should take!"

"How could you just tear it open with your claws?"

"Do you even know what numbers are?" Garos ignored the fairy dragon's complaints.

Indeed, dimensional travel requires complex knowledge and skills in the normal way, but he has his own method, which is simple and brutal: great force and flying bricks.

"gone."

He said, then leaped forward and disappeared into the rift, which gradually closed behind him and eventually vanished.

Vera stared blankly at the spot where he had disappeared.

Then, she had a sudden thought, and her eyes lit up.

"I've made up my mind!"

"In the next version of the story, I want to add this part! The great Red Emperor can tear through space with his bare hands and travel freely between different worlds. Wow, just thinking about it is exciting! That's way cooler than any teleportation portal!"

She flapped her wings and flew away excitedly.

(End of this chapter)