The portable grandfathers that appear are all problematic.

But none of it worked!

A massive meteorite crashed into the Dragon Tomb, causing the ground to convulse. The roots of the small world emitted a cracking sound as they broke, sinking into the cracked earth and reaching deep into the veins of the ground. The fragments that fell from the meteorite's surface transformed into countless fireballs, burning the twilight into a purplish-red inferno.

Furthermore, the meteorite wiped out billions of dragons, destroyed the zombie chimera dragons, and almost destroyed the entire Dragon Tomb, preventing the dragons from endlessly resurrecting within it.

As the dust of purgatory settled, the dark gold dragon stumbled to its feet.

But his mouth was still split open, and he was still laughing wildly.

"It's over, second son, you've lost!" Tyrannosaurus God smiled as he looked at Xue Luding, who had completely revealed all his trump cards.

Behind him, the Black Dragon King shielded him from the aftershocks of the meteorite impact. Now, the Black Dragon King and his Tyrannosaurus God still retain the combat power of the 5th tier, while Xue Luding has revealed all his trump cards.

All that remained of them was the young female dragon, glaring at them resentfully, but it was already too late.

"Yes, if it weren't for the previous arrangements, I would have really lost." Xue Dinglu's face was covered with wounds and blood, but at this moment, his pupils were fixed on the other party.

"Ha, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve? What kind of miracles can you summon?" came the Tyrannosaurus God's disdainful voice.

"Do you know, just now, the method I used to stop the Seven Dragon Kings from resurrecting was to use the assimilation of the world's consciousness to imprison their will and soul, and now, they can all be used by me." Xue Dinglu's voice came.

To everyone's surprise, Tyrannosaurus God was not surprised at all. Instead, he began to laugh, just like he would laugh at his most useless younger brother. He laughed wildly.

"That's it? Dragons are not a race you can enslave. They will kill everything and hold a grudge against any enemy who enslaved them. And you, who have killed them, cannot control them. This is the determination and will of us dragons!" The Tyrannosaurus God trusted his ancestor very much.

But Xue's Law laughed and said, "Do you know the principle behind my triple linking?"

"That is the bond between Little Dragon, me, and the Noble Phantasm."

"So, you're planning to kill this little dragon to control the Six Dragon Kings?" The Tyrannosaurus God's mocking voice rang out as he looked down at the little dragon girl who had finally learned to be strong.

It's useless, useless, useless!

Xue Luding chuckled, stroking the little dragon girl's head with one hand, and said, "Next, I will offer all my treasures as a sacrifice!"

Little Dragon Girl's pupils instantly contracted.

Countless people's pupils constricted, especially the old Demon Emperor and Senior Olivia. In that instant, they saw all the treasures behind Xue Lude.

Birdman A, Cursed Blood, Holy Sword of Salvation, Zero Magic Ring, Sky Thunder, Illusion Manifestation, Divine Tree Seed...

The next moment, all these treasures were reduced to ashes and completely destroyed.

"You...it's impossible! You're insane!" Tyrannosaurus God exclaimed in shock. This was the first time since the start of the battle that he had lost his composure, not even when he saw the Divine Tree Seed fall from the sky as a meteorite.

"That's it! I prepared for the worst from the very beginning, so my Noble Phantasms were the dominant force among the three linked dragons. Now, the world's consciousness has utterly destroyed all of my Noble Phantasms!"

One by one, the treasures were annihilated.

Miracles and magic come at a price, and that price will be paid.

"Come forth, I will lead you home, Six Dragon Kings!"

Six colossal dragons, their wings billowing across the sky, spread their wings above Xue Luding and the little dragon girl, soaring freely and carefree, freed from the enslavement of their souls, and soaring completely in the sky.

Not only that, the Dragon Tomb destroyed by the meteorite that fell from the Divine Tree Seed, and the billions of dragons all appeared behind Xue Luding. They excitedly spread their wings, and the figures of the dragons filled the entire sky.

Each dragon expressed joy and jubilation to Xue Lude, a celebration of the removal of their slave marks and the promise of a future where they could spread their wings of freedom.

This is the endless dragon.

This is the ultimate minotaur!

"Little dragon!"

"father!"

"With billions of connections, let the world see your true colors! Cheers!"

Xue Luding raised Xiaolongniang's hand.

In an instant, the silk threads linked together billions of dragons and the six strongest dragon kings. Moreover, at this moment, dragon-people appeared around Xue Lude, who were still alive.

Olivia's mission is complete; she has subdued all the surviving dragons.

The endless dragons all merged into the little dragon girl's body, and she unleashed her true form, which was a real world consciousness, a complete world consciousness, and even a world consciousness at its peak!

Despite being the mortal enemies of the world consciousness, the dragons ultimately brought forth the most complete world consciousness, surpassing even its peak!

"This is my last trump card after I've abandoned all power and treasures! From now on, I have no power left to use." Xue Dinglu looked at the giant dragon opposite him, the dragon race from his homeland, their blades drawn, fighting to the death.

Tyrannosaurus God was stunned, because he saw that when the world consciousness at its peak descended, it was in the form of a giant female dragon-human.

"Tyrannosaurus God, is there such a future in the future you desire?" Xue Luding stood beneath the giant dragon-man, a smirk playing on his lips.

Tyrannosaurus God, however, smiled with relief.

"It seems not."

The world consciousness in the form of the dragon girl stretched out its right hand, and a giant finger descended from the sky. This scene was witnessed by everyone in the world.

"I have lost..." Tyrannosaurus God laughed. It was as if he had unloaded all the burdens, responsibilities and hatred in an instant. Looking at the world consciousness in the form of a dragonman, he smiled in the end, whether it was self-mockery or relief.

The dragon girl's huge index finger touched Xue's index finger.

"Let there be light!"

This is a sentence that everyone thinks of from the bottom of their heart.

Endless light enveloped the entire Dragon Tomb. This small world, created by the dragon race to steal the world's consciousness, turned to ashes at this moment. The entire real world was also completely engulfed in endless light.

The destructive white light, however, created a new century.

Within the range of the light, the contamination of tumors on everyone's bodies was purified, preserving the purest magical organ functions.

Tyrannosaurus God reached out his hand, wanting to touch the blazing light.

In the light, Xue Dinglu grasped the dragon's broken claw and embraced the giant dragon in his arms, like the purest hug between brothers.

"Welcome home, dinosaurs..."

The light enveloped the man and the dragon. The dark golden dragon laughed as it turned to ashes, along with all its obsessions, soul, and consciousness, which vanished completely into the sky.

It left nothing behind, but was scattered all over the world.

The light faded, and the giant female dragonman was no more. But in the sky, a beautiful phantom of a giant dragon drew an arc, the wind it stirred up blowing Xue Luding's clothes and stray hairs.

The sky cleared, the ice and snow melted, spring returned to the earth, and lush green grass and trees visibly grew on the soil.

Nuclear winter disappeared, the suffering earth disappeared, spring warmed and flowers bloomed, and the earth revived.

The sun seemed to have finally risen.

Chapter 245 The Final Chapter of the Dragon Clan

Xue Dinglu entered the Dragon Clan's library and witnessed the entire Dragon Clan's 6500 million-year history.

A meteorite that fell in the Gulf of Mexico at the end of the Cretaceous period carried the seeds of the Sacred Tree. In that era, the Sacred Tree had grown once on Earth, but was driven out by a giant volcano unleashed by the enraged world consciousness.

The original version of the sacred tree bore fruit and left the blue planet, but at the same time it also parasitized a large number of seeds deep in the earth's crust.

The age of dinosaurs came to an end, but the departing sacred tree carried with it a great deal of dinosaur lineage and genes, which caught the eye of someone in the Black Mist Council.

"We always need some relatives and cannon fodder to help us deal with minor problems."

They only want the fruit. As for how the fruit came about, how the world recovered from its decline after the fruit was harvested, and how to carry out a second harvest, these things all require the right people to handle.

Therefore, they need "family members".

The ancestors of the dragons were chosen, and they began a long history of becoming weapons of war.

Killing and reproduction were the only two commands they needed to execute to survive. Simply as weapons of war, they became blades, biological vanguards that invaded other civilizations, and so tens of millions of years passed.

They began to evolve gradually, their brain capacity increased, they began to learn to think, to learn, and even began to evolve towards a "human form".

After this scene was discovered by their superiors, they began to receive more attention and treatment.

That is the mark of a slave.

The development of civilizations was thus interrupted, and they were forced to become like "fruit farmers," responsible for helping to manage and maintain the world after the sacred tree bore fruit. Every few thousand years, they would take care of a civilization that was about to become extinct, and then let the sacred tree descend upon it again.

Every few thousand or ten thousand years, they will move to another planet and begin this repetitive work.

They lived in this way for an unknown period of time, gradually forming their own civilization and culture. Their lives of wandering and watching all the worlds they had nurtured become extinct one by one, they gradually felt sadness and loneliness.

It takes thousands of years for a race to recover from the apocalypse, but only a few days to be destroyed.

In particular, many dragons also develop corresponding emotional attachments to the original local creatures, and then watch them being hung on the sacred tree like livestock in a slaughterhouse.

The tombstones of a local civilization may only contain a single sentence in their hands.

Such an environment caused depression in all dragons, and their culture inevitably became filled with endless longing and sorrow. In this cultural atmosphere, more and more dragons went to extremes, and more and more committed suicide.

At its worst, the entire population was reduced to only a few hundred dragons.

Therefore, during this period, the impulse to return home was born. It was the spiritual sustenance that kept the dragons alive and gave everyone a vague hope for the future.

Although this hope is as small as a speck of dust.

After who knows how many years, they decided to no longer submit.

One day, they too will become mummies on that sacred tree, a testament to their forbearance and resistance.

After an unknown amount of time, generation after generation of Dragon Kings finally found this incredibly perfect planet.

This place possesses unparalleled magic, a world consciousness in extremely poor condition, and a local race that, while not currently powerful, has immense potential.

Thus, in the Dragon King Project known as the "Black Dragon King," the plan to assassinate the apostle was carried out.

They plan to slow down the pace of this world's civilization's recovery, allowing it to recover to a level that allows the sacred tree to be harvested again in about ten thousand years.

Therefore, in this long plan, thousands of years of sacrifice are only to obtain the authority of the world's consciousness. Thousands of years are spent recuperating and restoring the power of the world's authority. Then, all living beings in the world will be sacrificed, and the world's consciousness will be drained to cultivate enough power. In the last few thousand years, they will hide and wait for an opportunity to lure the apostles to this planet...

Assault and kill!

A plan spanning tens of thousands of years, the accumulation of the Dragon King's corpse over tens of thousands of years, and the sacrifice of all living beings on the entire planet, including the final detonation of the entire planet, to completely kill the Apostles.

Even though all the dragons would die after the apostle was killed, it didn't matter at all.

With the main lineage dead, their descendants, the dragonkin, will not be bound by slave contracts. They will inherit the entire dragon civilization and future, and bring their ashes back to their homeland.

This is a condensed history of their civilization, which has no homeland.

Tens of millions of years of history, contained in just one page, in a thin book.

Tens of millions of years is too long. This library is filled with records of history and civilization. The library almost hollowed out the entire sacred mountain, with hundreds of thousands of books densely packed together like a honeycomb.

But after today, this place may no longer be used, and they won't be able to take most of the books with them.

……

The world has chosen to embrace the dragon.

Despite their numerous mistakes, all of them came to an end with the collapse of the Dragon Tomb and the complete death of the Tyrannosaurus King.

In the end, all the dragons chose the future. They did not give up their hatred, but hatred was no longer everything. They wanted to return home and have a new future.

However, the hatred was not eliminated; they continued to accumulate power until they were able to completely kill the apostle who had enslaved them for countless years.

This is the endless, relentless revenge of the petty-minded dragons.

However, very few dragons chose to stay in this world, so few that they could hardly form a species. They all prepared to go home, back to their homeland that they had been away from for tens of millions of years.

Go see if the privet flowers are still in bloom, see if the sky is still blue, how are those giant insects doing, and what about the scattered mice in the burrows...

Oh shit, it seems that the area over there has been taken over by those loose rats.

However, the desire to go home was irresistible, but Xue Dinglu still had many things to do before going home...

……

"Are you sure you want to stay in this world? Or have you really fallen in love with the beast-eared girl?" Xue Dinglu asked the old demon emperor.

Old Deng has no plans to return to Earth, or even his original planet.

He just wants to farm in this world now, and oh right, there's also the World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament! He's going to realize his ideals, his ambitions and plans in this world, and overcome all the pitfalls he can, before leading his army home in glory!

Don't those lunatics in my own world love fighting and brawling?

That's what I call showing you an even crazier, more powerful, and stronger army! They're even more cultured. Although the land is no longer suffering, everyone used to talk about the suffering of the land and the lamentations of the cities. They're sure to bring some unexpected surprises to our ignorant world that doesn't want peace.

Xue Law: "..."

It seems that the old Demon Emperor's war-crazed nature has always been suppressed deep in his heart. He has always looked down on his clansmen who only know how to fight, but he is essentially the same kind of person.

He simply suppressed his true nature and, for the sake of peace, kept learning to become a qualified emperor.