Fuxi had always been most curious about this. If he hadn’t seen for himself that the heritage from the human sacred land of the great wilderness had been passed down, that it had continuously evolved, transformed, and become uncommonly prosperous through the times… he wouldn’t have willingly gone to his death in the chaos.

“By the heritage of the ancestor planet, do you mean this?” Fake Fuxi pointed at the air, eliciting three tiny dragon croons. A dragon with three heads, three tails and twelve feet flashed through the air.

“A chaos dragon!” Lu Yun exclaimed when he saw the figure. “The Dragonquake Scripture! …I know who you are!”

He stared fixedly at the man in front of him who looked just like Fuxi. “You’re the creator of the...