We traveled through time together, but I'm the only dragon? The others are all beautiful girls?

"Phew—if this still doesn't work, I don't have any other names in my head." Lan Shi patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, a faint smile finally appearing on her face.

"How much do I know about the plot of the world of 'Mingchao'? Knowing it in advance will always be helpful!"

“Uh—” Akalion and Ying exchanged a glance. The former scratched the base of his hard dragon horn with his dragon claw. “The plot of ‘The Roaring Tide’ that ‘I’ know is from when you woke up in Jinzhou until that [Li Disaster Defense Line]. Before ‘I’ could explore the version of the story after that, I was sent to time travel by the Hundred-Ton King.”

"all in all……"

After Akalion and Ying's introduction, Lan Shi finally gained a preliminary, vague understanding of her world called "Solaris".

First of all, in the world view of "Mingchao", the essence of everything is frequency.

The "Lament" is a calamity, which directly targets the frequency itself.

When the lamentation occurs, the old laws fail, and a new order is born.

In this new order, long-lost times and spaces will constantly reappear; devastating climate change will become commonplace; and wondrous plants full of the unknown and deadly poison will grow wildly on the polluted land, and simply staying near them will result in death from their invisible toxins.

Various frequencies beyond reason will generate materialized attacks called "Afterimages" from the void; even human fear itself will become a breeding ground for "Afterimages". And then there are the "Sound Styles", born from this new law like gods... and so on, endlessly repeating.

If it weren't for those "Year Lords" serving as anchors for civilization, and the constant descent of wanderers to save the world, humanity would probably have already perished in heaven or hell long ago.

There have been five recorded instances of a "wailing cry" powerful enough to destroy the world.

How many of those were never recorded?

"..."

Lan Shi fell into deep thought. In other words, did the me before I lost my memories truly believe that I, now empty of everything, had a way to resolve this crisis that had lasted for countless generations and was essentially unsolvable?

Or is this the last chance she can seize, a chance to fight desperately?

"Don't worry, maybe one day a 'Blue Heir' who transmigrates and becomes a god will take everyone to new heights!"

Ying stepped forward and gently embraced the graceful body lost in thought, offering her comfort. Then, she pointed to the majestic dragon.

"Even if not, once Akalion reignites the divine fire and ascends the throne, there's nothing to worry about! No matter how powerful [Wailing Cry] is, can it compare to the power of a god—powerful enough to resurrect infinitely and even change the rules of the world?"

“Changing the rules of the world now requires [medium-level divine power].” Akalion’s dragon tail swayed happily behind him. “However, with enough believers to provide divine power, some gods with [weak-level divine power] can also do it. For example, true dragon gods, their innate [nesting] ability is essentially to forcibly change the world’s order to a more suitable living environment for themselves.”

“No, that’s not what I’m worried about,” Lan Shi said, spreading her hands, her ample bosom trembling slightly. This was an ordinary gesture, but it made Akalion’s instinct, a dragon’s appreciation of all beautiful things, unconsciously draw his gaze to those two alluring red nipples.

She quickly pretended to unconsciously cover her chest with her arm. Even though she already knew in her heart that this was another 'me', the shyness that came from a young girl still made her feel a little embarrassed.

"I'm just wondering why I did this before I lost my memory? But I still can't figure it out."

"It's okay, there's plenty of time, you can take your time to think about it!"

Ying gently patted her chest, and after successfully attracting Akalion's attention, a dangerous glint appeared in her golden eyes.

"Don't be so direct. Even though we're all 'Lan Si,' we're all cute girls now."

"what?"

Akalion thought that his gaze had been discreet enough.

But he seemed to have forgotten that with his current enormous size, what could he possibly hide?

"Cough cough—" Lan Shi coughed a few times, her voice filled with embarrassment. She could no longer stay in this strangely atmospheric space for even a second longer. "I... I have to go. Chi Xia is going to take me to breakfast."

After she finished speaking, her figure, like a frequency slowly dissipating, quickly returned to stillness in this dark space.

As the wanderer Lan Si departed, the lighthouse standing in the distant darkness underwent a subtle change in its glow at that moment.

It then emitted that crimson light that seemed both like the life-giving light that nurtures all things and the source of demonic power that tempts all beings to fall.

However, the light did not linger in the darkness for long. In just a few blinks, the crimson hue was completely swallowed up by the darkness within the space, as if it had never existed.

"It seems the power of the lighthouse is also related to the number of 'me'," Ying said thoughtfully, gazing at the fleeting crimson light. "Perhaps, only after you and she complete a [Battle Ritual] will this light truly be able to pierce through this darkness forever?"

"...Can't you think of something positive?" Akalion, now completely calm, looked at Ying with a gaze that was a mixture of helplessness and weariness. "Did a battle ritual occur during the last birth of the [Golden Realm]?"

"Doesn't that just prove that we need to explore the name more?!"

Ying's eyes gleamed with a mixture of resentment and eagerness as she tried to pounce on Akalion again, continuing the battle that had yet to be decided.

Seeing Akalion remove his clothes, Ying was overjoyed and was about to transform into an eagle when his enormous dragon body replaced his previous handsome youthful appearance.

He simply extended one front paw and easily pinned down Ying's petite body.

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"Calm down, is that enough?" Akalion's voice was stern but contained deep concern. "There's plenty of time. Calm down first."

They have been fighting for so long that the passage of time has become blurred.

Akalion could clearly sense that Ying's taut nerves were on the verge of snapping. He could no longer let her continue indulging in this; after all, once he entered his "state," he would become tyrannical and ruthless, utterly devoid of any tenderness or compassion.

Why doesn't Ying learn from this lesson at all?

And—"It's time to get down to business!"

"I... okay!"

Ying struggled for a moment, but seeing that Akalion's dragon claws pressing down on her remained unmoved, she had no choice but to give up.

If Akalion were in his youth mode, she could try to use her size advantage to suppress him, but now, she clearly couldn't.

Speaking of serious matters, she also needs to return to Teyvat to personally check on the construction progress of Brightcrown City. Although there is the deterrent effect of the Oracle of the Wind, she still needs to be careful.

Afterwards, she will return to Master Zhongli's side. Although Ying's own [spiritual light] is blocked by the power of heavenly principles and cannot be used directly, she can still convert it into a certain amount of elemental power through the faith and resonance of the earth veins within the Seven Gods Statues.

And even if you can't master elemental mechanics, you can still learn martial arts! You know, Master Zhongli was a martial god.

Akalion, on the other hand, would return to his frozen Eldra to carefully test and familiarize himself with this new human form, as well as the [Celestial Arts] taught to him by Zhongli.

"Is one kiss okay?"

"Okay, but we can talk about other things next time."

Akalion transformed back into his handsome youthful form and exchanged a deep kiss with Ying that touched the very soul.

"By the way, this is for you."

Akalion removed his crown and returned to Eldra to use the almost limitless primal magical energy. Who cares about that? It's better to give it to Luminous so she has more power to protect herself.

After their final tender moment, Ying, with a satisfied and joyful smile on her face and her slightly protruding belly, quickly departed from that space.

Akalion watched silently for a long time where she disappeared before finally returning to Eldra.

He did not immediately return to the city that belonged to him.

Instead, he carefully tested the physical attributes of his new human form on this desolate snowfield, showing no interest in damaging his property.

Strength, speed, defense, and even self-healing ability are all at almost the same level as when he was in his original form, except that his speed is faster than the original. There is no improvement or regression in the slightest.

Regarding flight, perhaps in the future, when his bio-field becomes stronger, he will be able to fly freely without external assistance. But for now, he needs to extend his dragon wings or display that elemental crown to soar through the skies.

As for the dragon's breath, its straight-line range in human form has been greatly increased, at least ten times that of the original. However, every loss has its gain; its wide range has been reduced by several tens of times as a result.

Simply put, the humanoid form is the ultimate weapon for single-target combat, while the original form is the calamity itself, which has absolute suppressive power over groups of units.

Of course, it's not that the humanoid form can't handle multiple opponents, or that the original form can't handle a single opponent.

Overall, it's alright.

Therefore, it is necessary to find a suitable weapon for this human body.

Celestial power and spiritual energy are two sides of the same coin. To use a somewhat inappropriate analogy, spiritual energy is the water and celestial power is the bottle. The relationship between the two can also be transformed into one another.

I should go back and take a look.

Akalion reverted to his original form, but had not yet entered the area bounded by the city's great barrier.

The soft, girlish voice of Mi Huita had already echoed in his mind.

[Master, a large number of souls meeting the resurrection criteria have been detected attached to your scales. Do you wish to immediately activate the 'Edivara Resurrection Spell' to bring them back to the mortal realm?]

[According to preliminary testing, three individuals possessed a soul potential level reaching the 'Fifth Ring' standard, while only one possessed the 'Sixth Ring' standard. The remainder, totaling approximately 15,000, were at the 'Third Ring' level or below.]

Upon hearing this, Akalion immediately understood that these were the souls of the Hilichurls he had devoured from the world of Teyvat, as well as the soul of the lonely king of the tower—Dekarapian.

Putting aside the curse of justice, can souls from two different worlds really be interchangeable?

[The curse has been completely devoured by you; its concept has become part of your power, the foundation of your growth.] The Mystic Tower swiftly gave its assessment. Within its 'vision,' Akalion's magical aura intensified. [These souls have acquired your order, and naturally, under the laws of this main plane of Eldra, they can be reborn.]

Moreover, these souls have been active for five hundred to a thousand years or more. Even if it's due to a curse, it can be said that they exist according to their own will. With a little guidance, the vast majority of them can become outstanding 'psychic warriors'.

As for the three souls possessing the 'Fifth Ring' level of energy, their aptitude is sufficient for them to become qualified mages after undergoing systematic magical training.

The special individual with the 'sixth ring' has only recovered 10% of their peak physical abilities since being resurrected. If they could return to their original plane, their strength would likely recover to about 30%.

Moreover, His soul was too heavily tainted by Your power; after His resurrection, He should become Your servant.

"Then let's be resurrected!"

Akalion had flown to the top of the Mystic Tower, where the spire automatically transformed into a platform for him to land.

"But we must take into account the current limits of the city's carrying capacity."

[Ansersheen can currently accommodate the needs of 100,000 people. To minimize energy loss, the bodies housing souls are all elves. The Soul Pool is now operational!]

Between metal and mineral, scales emitted streaks of white light that merged into the dark green to black crystal at the top of the second-sequence tower.

Akalion then returned to its original gray-black color.

This made him unable to suppress a surge of joy.

Finally, people won't mistake him for Bai Long anymore!

But Deckardapian had already been resurrected before him, and Akalion immediately suppressed his joy, revealing a solemn demeanor.

As a servant, one must naturally be resurrected before one's master.

Mystic Tower classified this Daedric Lord from Teyvat as a special plane-specific being.

Because His power was completely absorbed by Akalion, His soul was corrupted by Akalion's power when it sought the power that was now Akalion's. As a result, after His resurrection, He was able to obtain a portion of Akalion's power in this world.

As Akalion grows stronger, until his power rivals that of a seventh-ring spellcaster, he will be able to fully regain his former power, even without returning to his original world.

Regardless of what Dekalapian once looked like, demons have no gender, and now, in that resurrection ritual, He has become "her".

Looking at the Dekalapian that had materialized from the light before him, Akalion felt that the Mystic Tower must have read his mind from the very beginning.

She was an exquisitely beautiful elven girl with long, pure white hair like snow and eyes like burning rubies.

Her jade-like feet, clad in black silk stockings, gently trod on the cold ground.

Other descriptions have been censored.

For Dekalapian, many memories from that long death had vanished from her soul like flickering candles in the wind.

Perhaps one day I will remember, or perhaps I will never.

Even though she has lost those memories, she still feels a deep and unbearable shame about her current appearance.

This can't even be called clothing! Even the most shameless Mondstadt people would never dress their slaves like this!

But she remained outwardly calm and composed.

Of course, this was only what Dekalapian thought.

In truth, under Akalion's undisguised lewd gaze, her face had already turned bright red. She simply hadn't realized it herself.

After all, when she was a demon god, she never had such human emotions.

Beneath the city projection constructed of pure light particles, the tense atmosphere of the initial confrontation, like a bowstring taut by an invisible hand, quietly tightened within the silent city lord's chamber.

The initial shame and confusion quickly vanished from Dekalapian, replaced by the majesty and absolute will of the Lone King of the Tower.

She instinctively reached out to summon the power of the wind, which had once been able to tear the sky apart and seal off all things.

However, the only response she received was a faint, almost nonexistent echo, as if it could be extinguished at any moment.

Moreover, the source of this lingering echo was actually the mortal objects before her that felt somewhat familiar to her.

This realization stirred up an indescribable sense of unease within her.

How dare these creatures, not even human, with their fur and horns, born from eggs and moisture, appear before her?!

So she chose to use the most familiar way, which was already engraved deep in her soul, to declare her existence.

"Give me a decent set of clothes, then explain everything, [Ordinary Things]."

Her voice was cold and showed no respect for Akalion, as if she were still the absolute king who ruled all of Mondstadt.

However, the people she was facing were not the Mondstadt people of the past.