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The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat frozen.

The Imperial Advisor raised his head, looking at his Dragon King with a puzzled expression and a hint of scrutiny.

Xiao Yun's heart was pounding with anxiety, and he cursed the Illusion and the King of Wind countless times in his mind.

"That bastard, fine, he won't give me my memories, but this dignified Dragon King doesn't even keep a diary, autobiography, or notebook; all he does is chase girls all over the world!"

But on the surface, he remained as composed as ever, even raising an eyebrow in surprise and asking in return:

"Yeah?"

Xiao Yun looked wistful, as if he had forgotten his promise to the Imperial Advisor because he had been so busy lately.

But the Imperial Advisor was not impressed, and frowned, saying coldly:

"You even forgot this? This is something you repeatedly instructed me to do, even making me stop all other work and devote myself entirely to it—"

"Regarding the rise and fall of the dragon race!"

The Imperial Advisor's voice wasn't loud, but it resonated in Xiao Yun's heart like thunder.

Xiao Yun was unable to calm down for a long time, and only after she came to her senses did she realize her loss of composure.

"Oh no, this is a huge flaw, we can't cover it up now..."

Xiao Yun's eyes flickered as he looked at the empty throne room and the powerless Grand Preceptor, and other thoughts began to arise.

"Isn't it too suspicious that the Imperial Advisor died on the very first day? Should we beat him half to death and throw him in death row?"

As his thoughts raced, the crown on his head trembled, as if reminding him, or perhaps warning him.

But in Xiao Yun's azure-gold eyes, the discordant crimson-gold flames rose even higher, faintly showing signs of madness.

Just as he was preparing to pay the price to eliminate the threat posed by the Grand Preceptor, he heard the Grand Preceptor let out a helpless sigh.

"Tsk, you're still the same, you can forget everything."

The Imperial Advisor glanced at him, his expression full of helplessness and disappointment:

"I've told you so many times, stop sowing your seed everywhere. That stuff hurts your body and your brain. I've submitted countless memorials to you, but you won't listen to a word."

"Hey, look what happened. This really hurt my brain. I couldn't even remember something this important. Oh well... never mind."

The Imperial Advisor shook his head, seemingly already accustomed to this:

"Let me tell you from the beginning, it's like this..."

As the Imperial Advisor poured out the whole story, Xiao Yun gained a clearer understanding of everything.

The ambitions of all races, the schemes of the gods, the estrangement between the dragon kings, and the dragon kings' ulterior motives towards the dragon emperor have all contributed to the incredibly complex situation we see today.

In short, the gods saw that the King of Illusion and the King of Wind were easy to talk to, and they kept negotiating with them, hoping to cooperate with the King of Illusion and the King of Wind to eliminate those who disagreed with them, such as the King of Life and Death and the King of Fire.

Furthermore, the gods have explicitly and implicitly stated that they can provide all kinds of assistance to help the King of Illusion and the King of Wind ascend the throne and become the true guardian of the world.

Of course, the price was that the gods would have to divide the world equally...

"A demigod has passed the test of the gods and truly gained authority. The temple has invited you to a banquet to celebrate, and you have asked me to go on your behalf to find out what they are thinking and, incidentally, confirm the time when they last sent a messenger..."

The Imperial Advisor seemed afraid that Xiao Yun wouldn't know the details, so he described it in exceptional detail, even thoughtfully adding the date of the event and the people involved.

He even revealed everything he knew about the Dragon King's habits, personality, and style of doing things, as well as recent events related to the Dragon King.

However, Xiao Yun's doubts about him only deepened.

There are two possibilities for why this guy did this.

"The first possibility is that the Dragon King is mentally challenged, and he is the Dragon King's adoptive father."

If this is true, then the other three Dragon Kings and Dragon Emperors will all come to kill this dragon trash, the King of Illusion and the King of Wind.

That leaves only one last possibility:

"This guy is a player, and he seems to have figured out my true identity!"

Xiao Yun leaned back on the throne, meeting the Grand Preceptor's eyes, which were as calm as a deep pool.

Those eyes seemed to hold countless secrets, both familiar and strange.

"After he realized my identity, he neither pointed it out nor revealed his own identity, which means he was not one of Lao Ji's group."

"But he explained the current situation to me, proving that he knew me and that he meant well..."

"No, it's not out of kindness; they probably want to use me to accomplish something."

A glint of light flashed in Xiao Yun's eyes as he grasped the key to the matter.

He smiled slightly and tapped his finger on the armrest.

dong dong!

The crisp sound echoed through the throne room.

The Imperial Preceptor paused his narration and looked up at Xiao Yun.

"What does the Imperial Advisor believe I should do when the divine envoy arrives the day after tomorrow?"

Xiao Yun's eyes were deep and unfathomable, carrying a hint of scrutiny and inquiry.

The Imperial Advisor paused for a moment, then smiled and said:

"You are the king, and whatever decision you make, I, and all your people, will obey and faithfully carry it out."

"Ha, even if it means your deaths, pushing the dragon race into an abyss?"

Upon hearing Xiao Yun's question, the Imperial Advisor smiled again, bowed deeply, and said:

"It's your decision."

Xiao Yun narrowed his eyes and asked the ultimate question:

"What if... I am no longer your king?"

"If you voluntarily abdicate the throne, I will stay by your side and wait for the day you ascend the throne again."

"If you voluntarily abdicate the throne, I will stay by your side and wait for the day you ascend the throne again."

The Imperial Advisor answered without hesitation, then paused and said meaningfully:

"If you are forced into this, then I will assist you in eliminating the traitor and removing the false king from the throne!"

But at the end, the Imperial Advisor suddenly added:

"However, in my humble opinion, Your Majesty should not try to negotiate with a tiger for its skin."

Xiao Yun paused for a moment, then smiled and waved his hand:

"I understand, you can go now."

"Your subject takes his leave."

The Grand Preceptor bowed and left the throne room.

On the throne, Xiao Yun remained silent for a long time before slowly standing up and walking to the entrance of the throne room.

The brilliant dawn illuminates the world, the dragon flaps its wings, and its roar dispels the silence of the night.

The capital city awoke from its slumber like a dragon awakening, the commotion shaking the entire world.

The prosperous and glorious era remains unchanged, and it seems as if it could last forever.

But after listening to the Grand Preceptor's explanation, Xiao Yun knew that all of this would disappear and perish after the arrival of the gods' messengers.

It didn't even take that long before the players in the capital were already itching to add fuel to the fire and burn the Dragon King and everything else to ashes!

"The shift between reality and illusion, the transformation of the world, the change in the dragon race..."

Looking at the world before him, Xiao Yun seemed to see countless intertwined threads of fate, impossible to untangle.

And, the hideous silhouette hidden behind the curtain.

"History that has already happened cannot be changed, and inevitable destruction cannot be averted. So why did you create this dream and put me in this position?"

Xiao Yun murmured softly, as if talking to himself, or as if conversing with someone.

In the darkness, it seemed as if a pair of blue-gold eyes opened and met his gaze.

"What decision did you make back then?"

Xiao Yun's question dissipated in the wind without receiving any response.

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The shift between reality and illusion is progressing... 20%...