Dragon Clan: I'm too lazy to talk to you, you're not worthy to listen!

As is well known, battles within the Dragon Clan are always conducted in secret.

—From *Dragon Raja: I'm too lazy to talk to you, you're not worthy to listen!*

The ancestral home of the Zhou family.

The remaining 120 ancient dragons roared with their heads held high. This was a ceremony that the dragon race would hold after a victory in battle to mourn the dragons who had perished.

This has been passed down for a long time.

Before the Jurassic period, dragons had not yet become the rulers of the world. At that time, countless other creatures crisscrossed the world stage.

Flames erupted from the lava, turning the entire ancestral land of the Zhou family into scorched earth.

Looking at the crystallized remains of the Black King scattered on the ground, Li Wuyue suddenly realized that her second heart had stopped beating. Without the oppressive aura of the Black King, she felt that even the air she breathed tasted sweet.

"How do you feel?" Ye Jingchen asked Li Wuyue as he wiped the black blood from the sword.

Li Wuyue withdrew the gray bone armor from her chest, and the silver markings on the surface of her newborn heart were fading: "It was like waking from a thousand-year-old nightmare."

She kicked away the bronze spear at her feet and turned to look at Zhou Mingrui's half-dragon face. This once proud patriarch was now staring blankly at the sky with his only remaining eye.

Fenrir's dragon tail swept across the altar ruins, passing the time. He enjoyed this carefree feeling, as if he had returned to the Dragon Age, where all the continents belonged to the dragons, and there was no need to disguise himself as a human and hide in society, suffering from the pursuit of hybrids and humans.

Jormungandr sat cross-legged atop his brother's head, warming his blood-stained claws with alchemical flames:

Boss, what are your plans regarding these ancient dragons?

"What should we do with them?" Ye Jingchen looked at the more than 120 ancient dragons and nodded, saying, "The next generation hatched from these ancient dragon embryos are all rare top-tier combat forces. What do you think about stuffing them into your Nibelungen?"

Upon hearing this, Jormungandr instantly became alert, thinking to himself, "Although I had anticipated that the boss would know I have Nibelungen, it's still hard for me to accept that he's going to start taking stock of my assets."

Jormungandr looked at Ye Jingchen and gave an awkward laugh. "I think it's better not to do that. There's nothing good about Nibelungen, and the ancient dragons probably wouldn't like to stay there. I think it's better to put them in Norton's Bronze City, right, Norton?"

After she finished speaking, she turned to look at Norton.

Norton was not interested in these ancient dragons, and even loathed most of them. He had executed quite a few ancient dragons in the past. He turned to Constantine and said, "I'm fine with anything. I don't care. Anyway, Bronze City isn't in my hands."

Ye Jingchen nodded. "Alright, you guys talk to Gu Long. Oh, by the way, Norton, I have some good news for you."

"Oh?" Norton then looked up at Ye Jingchen. "What good news?"

"Your two dragon servants have successfully taken human form and are now in Bronze City. Do you think they can manage these ancient dragons well?" Ye Jingchen asked.

Norton looked confident; those two dragon servants were soldiers he had personally trained. "With Sansun's management skills, they are perfectly capable of handling the job."

“These ancient dragons don’t need to take human form anymore; their dragon bodies are their fighting capital,” Ye Jingchen nodded. “Norton, you should also start building your dragon body. I vaguely remember that you seem to be a dragon king who left the bone jar early.”

Norton replied indifferently, "No need. I've already grown a dragon body; it's just that some memories haven't returned yet."

"Huh?" Ye Jingchen was taken aback. "Then why has Jormungandr hatched for so long, yet it still doesn't have a dragon body?"

Jormungandr: "..."

“I don’t know, maybe she’s just not very good.” Norton looked up at Jormungandr, who was sitting on Fenrir’s head.

Jormungandr, who was originally scratching his head awkwardly, clenched his fist upon hearing Norton's assessment of him. "Norton, how could you say that? If it weren't for coming to the Dragon Kingdom to find you, I would have constructed a dragon body immediately, okay?!"

Upon hearing Jormungandr mention coming to the Dragon Kingdom to find the dragon's body, Ye Jingchen immediately remembered something important. He turned to Li Wuyue and asked, "By the way, weren't you coming to the Dragon Kingdom to find the Black King's sword? What's the use of that sword? Are you still looking for it?"

Upon hearing this, Li Wuyue's eyes deepened. "If I can find it, I definitely will. That sword is no ordinary weapon; it can even injure a Supreme Being. It's a divine weapon personally crafted by the Black Supreme Being."

There are very few weapons in this world that can rival the sword in the Black Sovereign's hand. Besides, I have a passion for collecting swords.

Upon hearing this, Ye Jingchen pondered for a moment and then asked, "Are you referring to the weapons Ame no Habakiri and Futsu no Mitama?"

"Hmm?" Li Wuyue frowned upon hearing this. "What is that? I've never heard of it."

Little Devil: "..."

Li Wuyue: "The Supreme Sword is indescribable, indestructible, and even has its own unique incantation. Of the eight Dragon Kings, only I have had the privilege of seeing this sword; none of the other Dragon Kings have ever seen it."

Upon hearing Li Wuyue's description, Ye Jingchen's expression instantly lit up with excitement. He turned to Norton and Constantine, asking, "Is what Li Wuyue said true?"

Norton nodded slightly. "It's true. At least, I've never seen that sword. When I was studying forging, I actually wanted to observe the Black Sovereign's sword for inspiration, but unfortunately, the Black Sovereign was unwilling to accept my request."

Ye Jingchen silently took out the Nameless Sword and held it up in front of Li Wuyue, saying, "Take a look at this."

Li Wuyue had noticed the Nameless Sword under Ye Jingchen's feet during the battle, both when she was holding it earlier and during the fight. Now, observing it up close, she instantly confirmed her suspicions and blurted out:

"Yes, that's the sword, that's it!"

She stared intently at Wuming.

Seeing Li Wuyue's expression, Ye Jingchen also carefully observed Wuming. "I don't feel that this sword has anything special about it! Apart from having a Word of Power, I don't feel that it has any other function. In fact, in many situations, it is not as convenient to use as the Seven Deadly Sins."

“No, no, no, you’re mistaken. This sword is not simple at all. It’s just in its normal state right now,” Li Wuyue explained, pointing to the Seven Deadly Sins sword case on Ye Jingchen’s back. “Just like the Seven Deadly Sins, each weapon has its own advanced form.”

"Alright then, let's bring these ancient dragons into Bronze City first." Ye Jingchen said, a flash of red light appeared in his left eye, transforming into a black vortex that distorted space and sucked everyone in!

Bronze City.

The passageway smelled of damp moss.

Ye Jingchen walked at the front, carrying the alchemical lantern, its shadow casting a twisted dragon shape on the rock wall.

Li Wuyue's fingertips brushed across the nameless sword blade, and the dark golden dragon patterns rippled upon contact, like the scales of a sleeping snake being disturbed.

"Norton's Nibelungen is truly magnificent; it feels like every brick possesses some kind of alchemical mechanism." Li Wuyue said, then suddenly stopped, pointing to the black dragon entwined around the World Tree in the rock painting. "I never imagined you would also have this painting depicted on your own wall."

Norton held Constantine's hand; this place held memories of him and his brother, and his mind was flooded with those memories:

“Li Wuyue, this is the first artwork we siblings have ever seen. When I first saw it, I was shocked. At that time, I didn’t know that the dragon in the painting was the Black Supreme.”

Upon hearing this, Ye Jingchen leaned closer to observe. He saw that the black dragon on the mural had its forepaws clenched loosely, leaving large patches of peeling paint in the empty spaces where weapons should have been.

As the nameless sword blade swept across the broken section, the flaked rock fragments seemed to suddenly float and recombine, presenting an outline that perfectly matched the sword's shape!

Ye Jingchen rubbed his eyes, raised his hand and took out the nameless object, compared it to the mural, and found that it matched perfectly. "What a surprise."

Constantine tugged at Norton's sleeve. The little boy's golden eyes narrowed into slits from shock, a sight he hadn't shown even when he unleashed the Word of Power: Candle Dragon. "Brother, do you remember what you once said?"

Norton thought for a moment, but couldn't recall, and slowly asked, "Brother, which sentence are you referring to?"

“The king’s sword will only appear in the hands of the destined one,” Constantine said. Unlike Norton, who had been hatched earlier, Constantine’s memories had been restored more completely.

"I don't think Ye Jingchen is the destined one at all; it definitely can't be him," Norton thought to himself.

"It's a bit dark. Let me light it up." Norton raised his hand and inserted his five fingers into the mechanism on the bronze wall. The authority of the King of Bronze and Fire instantly awakened the sleeping alchemical matrix.

Boom!

The entire rock face began to flow with crimson-gold molten liquid, gradually solidifying into a complete relief of a black dragon holding a sword.

At the top of the passageway, tassels of molten gold appeared one after another, serving as light sources.

"This...it's so similar!" Li Wuyue exclaimed in surprise, taking a half step back.

She saw the vertical pupils of the black dragon in the relief swirling with the firelight, as if it might leap out of the rock face at any moment, which gave her an extremely powerful shock.

The nameless sword suddenly trembled like a dragon's roar, and fine reverse scale patterns appeared on the hilt, perfectly matching the direction of the scales on the dragon's claw in the relief.

"If only I could awaken an advanced form!" Jormungandr pulled out a bag of potato chips from somewhere, crunching loudly. "Brother, I bet ten bags of cucumber-flavored chips that this stuff can slice through Bronze City."

"Sister, didn't you say that all these potato chips were mine?" Fenrir said with heartache as he watched Jormungandr eat the potato chips. He had already transformed from dragon form to human form when he entered the alchemical warp.

"Brother, I'm not trying to be mean, but as a grown man, can't you be a little more generous? Even though these potato chips are yours now that I've given them to you, I'm still your sister. Can't you spoil me a little?" Jormungandr said, feigning anger.

Fenrir's feet pounded the ground uneasily, sending up pebbles, and he looked somewhat aggrieved: "Sister, don't be angry, eat, eat..."

Ye Jingchen had no time to pay attention to these two clowns. He suddenly flipped his sword and pressed Wuming against the mural.

When the reverse scale pattern overlapped with the holy mark on the palm of the black dragon in the mural, the air in the passageway seemed to be suddenly sucked out!

Everyone's eardrums were under immense pressure at the same time, as if tons of seawater were being poured down.

The outline of the nameless sword stretched and deformed in the distorted light, finally settling into a three-meter-long dark gold greatsword, with stardust-like blue arcs of electricity wrapped around its blade!

"Is it the Word of Power: Commandments?" Norton suddenly knelt on one knee, his knee scraping against the floor, emitting wisps of smoke.

Constantine's pale flames automatically protected him, but dissipated into fireflies before touching the cold glint of the sword. He bent down and hugged Norton's head, "Brother."

"It's not Word of Power: Commandments, it's an advanced form of the King's Sword!" Li Wuyue looked up at the mural, swallowing hard.

At this moment, she finally saw clearly the micro-carved dragon script on the lower half of the black dragon's scales in the mural. It was the true name that the Black King had bestowed upon the first generation of dragon servants, and each character exuded a powerful pressure that made her soul tremble.

"Put it away!" Jormungandr reached out and patted the black silk scabbard on Ye Jingchen's back. The headband on her head transformed into an ouroboros and plugged her ears.

The hair ribbon on the other side was wrapped around the hilt of the sword, but it turned to ash the moment it touched Wuming!

Jormungandr: "Do you want to tear down the whole Nibelungen?"

"Alright, I'll put it away now, this advanced form of Nameless." Ye Jingchen flicked his wrist, and the giant blade collapsed back into a simple longsword.

He stroked the sword thoughtfully, recalling the battles he had fought against Nameless along the way, and thought to himself: "Indeed, anything produced by the system is a masterpiece. After obtaining the Seven Deadly Sins, I've always treated you as a flying tool; I never imagined you would be the Black King's Sword."

"You weren't turned to ashes by the ultimate form of the Black King's Sword?" Norton suddenly stood up, approached Ye Jingchen, his face full of disbelief, his golden eyes seeming to boil with molten lava. "How is this possible? Only the Black King is unaffected by the advanced form of the Black King's Sword. Could it be that you..."

With a loud bang! Norton's exclamation was interrupted by the sound of metal breaking.

Fenrir's hand accidentally knocked down half of the bronze wall, revealing a hidden current of flowing mercury behind it.

Little Constantine was lying on the riverbank, holding up the bronze box he had just retrieved. "Brother! Your diary is buried here!"

Norton's anger froze instantly. He remembered something bad and quickly ran over, snatching the bronze box from Constantine's hand with lightning speed!

He crushed the triple alchemical locks on the box and turned to the first page:

"I am Norton. By the time you open this diary, I will be dead. Death is not terrible; we are never afraid of death..."

"Why is Norton so agitated about flipping through his own diary?" Jormungandr asked Fenrir as he approached him.

Fenrir scratched his head. "I don't know. Maybe he's hungry. Let's try throwing him a bag of chips."

Seeing that the Dragon Kings' attention was diverted, Li Wuyue seized the opportunity to pull Ye Jingchen away, and the Eye of the Wind King carried the two of them into the depths of the tunnel.

Only after confirming she was out of Norton's hearing range did she point to the Nameless Sword and whisper: "What Norton just said is true. Only the Black King is unaffected by the advanced form of the Black King's Sword."

Upon hearing this, Ye Jingchen nearly choked on his breath. He pointed to his face, his lips twitching slightly. "You mean, I'm the Black King?"

"Very likely!" Li Wuyue pulled open her collar, revealing the fading inverted cross mark below her collarbone. "I've peeked at the ancient scrolls in the Black Supreme Library. The Black King's most important task from beginning to end was only one thing: to kill the new Black King!"