Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 726: The Prophecy of Ragnarok

Han Qiu realized that he was going in circles.

This is a fucking maze, damn it.

Time is everything now. The more hurried you are, the less you know where the exit is.

"Where to?" Xia Mi asked.

"If I knew, I wouldn't stop." Han Qiu looked at the bronze wall.

Its own light illuminated the familiar mural they had just passed by.

"This feeling is really unpleasant," said Han Qiu.

"What do you mean?" Xia Mi wanted to rely on the wind to determine the exit.

The only breath here is the breathing of a few people.

Since there is oxygen, it means there must be an exit or vent.

"It's like that..." Han Qiu chose his words carefully: "The feeling of having one of your ribs pinched in someone's hand."

"I think I know how to go." The sudden voice attracted everyone's attention.

Han Qiu lowered his head and looked at Chu Tianjiao in his hand, "Awake? I didn't even notice it."

He looked at Nono in his other hand.

It’s great that the senior sister is sleeping peacefully. She should sleep a little longer.

Han Qiu wished that Nuonuo would just keep sleeping like this until the matter was over.

"Can you let me down?" Chu Tianjiao asked.

"Of course no problem." Han Qiu did not forget to stroke Chu Tianjiao's forehead when he let go of his hand.

He tried to obtain Chu Tianjiao's memory at this moment, but all he got was a blank.

"You can't see any memories." Chu Tianjiao was a little unsteady and looked particularly weak. "The real memory is locked."

Chu Tianjiao is very different now. Not only does Chu Zihang feel unfamiliar, even Han Qiu can't figure out the situation.

"This way." Chu Tianjiao pointed in a direction.

"You are too weak." Han Qiu picked up Chu Tianjiao again with disdain and ran towards the direction Chu Tianjiao pointed. "Can I ask what your current condition is?"

"The chains of memory have been opened." Chu Tianjiao responded: "I can still hear his orders, echoing from afar."

"In other words, you still obey him?" Han Qiu asked.

"Strictly speaking, yes." Chu Tianjiao tapped his heart, "There is an alchemical matrix here."

"Why do so many people like to put the alchemical matrix inside their bodies?" Han Qiu complained.

Finkel plays this way, and Chu Tianjiao also plays this way.

"The means by which dragons control their blood descendants." Xia Mi explained: "In a sense, dragon blood itself is an alchemical matrix."

"What do you mean by this?" Han Qiu asked, "Why haven't I heard you say this before?"

"You didn't ask, and I thought you knew it." Xia Mi said.

Chu Tianjiao guided again: "This way. He is urging me to take you to the right place."

"Xia Mi, continue explaining." Han Qiu made a sudden turn and almost threw Chu Tianjiao out.

"I'm not very clear about this. I heard Norton mention it many years ago. The highest level of alchemy is the control of the world. That is, in mythology, creation and opening of the world." Xia Mi spoke faster: "I remember I told you this a long time ago."

"I did say that you used the Nibelung as an example," Han Qiu said. "You also said that in terms of alchemy, the world is a huge Nibelung."

"This is in the macro sense. If we zoom out, it means each individual. The reason why the first generation cannot reproduce is because we are all supreme creations of alchemy." Xia Mi explained: "So you understand, right? The two extremes of the structure of the alchemy matrix are a large space like the Nibelungen, and a miniaturized space like the genetic level."

"I understand. It turns out that you dragons knew about genes a long time ago." Han Qiu said with emotion: "Amazing!"

"There are records about genes in mythology, but at that time, we didn't call it genes." Xia Mi felt the wind, "It seems like we are almost at the exit."

Chu Zihang quickened his pace, holding two Murasame swords across his body.

When the road reaches the end, there is another living spirit made from the next generation of species.

The wind you feel is the breathing of living spirits, and this is the source of oxygen in the maze.

"Where is behind?" Han Qiu asked Chu Tianjiao.

"I don't know, I've never been there." Chu Tianjiao said, "I only know about this maze."

How could he not understand? During the time when he lost everything, he was imprisoned here, without seeing the sun and forgetting himself.

Chu Tianjiao glanced at Chu Zihang's back, but couldn't say the words.

"Senior brother, open the door!" Han Qiu shouted.

Murasame cut his wrist, and bright red blood splashed into the living spirit's mouth.

Chu Zihang stood in front of the living spirit and waited.

"Actually, there's no need to say goodbye." Han Qiu kept an eye on Chu Tianjiao from beginning to end.

Those controlled by Odin must be guarded against.

Therefore, that slight change in expression could not escape Han Qiu's observation.

"Senior brother, your father is worried that he will be controlled by that guy again." Han Qiu said.

Chu Zihang turned half way around and glanced at Han Qiu, with a murderous look in his eyes.

"Killing that guy should help us solve the control of the alchemical matrix, right?" he asked.

Chu Zihang listened carefully to the conversation along the way.

He knows too little about the world to have a say. He can learn a lot by listening more.

"Yes, then... remember to listen to my orders. If I say beat, beat to death." Han Qiu was quite looking forward to it.

The living spirit was nourished by the rich blood, with a ferocious look in its eyes, and wandered along the bronze wall.

As if it was a ritual before opening the door, the dead dragon returned to its designated position, and a blood-red light bloomed on the wall.

A painting, Xia Mi frowned, seeing something different from this mural.

The half-rotten world tree occupies most of the painting, with dragon bone crosses hanging from its branches. Blood-red light is also one of the keynotes of this painting, with blood covering the sky and the earth.

The blood nourishes this towering tree and causes new branches to sprout.

The living spirit created from the next generation of seeds stayed at the root of the tree, staring at every visitor with its red-gold eyes.

"This is..." Xia Mi whispered softly: "The prediction of Ragnarok,"

"How was this kind of mural made?" Han Qiu was even more curious about this.

Before he could reach out and touch it, the bronze wall suddenly shattered like a mirror.

"What's going on?" Han Qiu asked puzzledly.

"The passage leading to the World Tree." Mr. Han became excited: "I didn't expect there was an entrance here."

"What?" Han Qiu asked, "What do you mean? Do you know? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"Didn't I tell you?" Mr. Han was at a loss in his mind, "I remember I told you that the World Tree is in the Far North."

"The problem is that this is Rome." Han Qiu couldn't connect the dots no matter how hard he tried. "It's a long way from the North Pole."

"This is the special thing about the World Tree. The tree covers the entire world." Mr. Han said, "I went to the Far North at the beginning."

"I don't care where you go." Han Qiu took a step forward, feeling the impact of the elements. "I see, the power of space, the ultimate combination of spiritual elements and wind can achieve this level."