Huh? Are they all real?.

Soon, Moen spotted Kolossanx, where black mist was still emanating.

Upon finally returning to its body, the ancient dragon was instantly overcome with overwhelming excitement upon seeing Moen.

"Dragon slayer!"

It struggled to get up, but its injuries caused it to fall back down as soon as it stood up.

"Colossax, give up. You're just not going to die right now."

"Dragon Slayer, aren't you dead? How dare you live on, leaving behind such a curse!"

"That's what you got yourself into, Coruscant."

Moen's reminder caused the ancient dragon's anger to falter slightly, but after a moment, it regained its fury and said:

"Then the newborn dragons shouldn't have to bear your disgusting curse forever!"

Moen sighed again:

"That's the price of continuation; you should have been wiped out long ago."

"That curse does not come from me; it comes from the world, from all the firstborn sons, and from yourselves!"

“You crossed the line yourselves, Coruscant.”

"Why don't you understand after all these years?"

Gu Long's anger did not subside despite Moen's explanation.

It simply shouted in utter fury:

"And what about you! Are you any better than us? Anyone can accuse us of greed, but you can't, you are the only ones who can't!"

"You are clearly more greedy than us, and you have clearly done more wrong than us!"

"Why weren't you cursed at all? Why are you, you damned traitor, allowed to live unscathed? Why should we be inferior to you?!"

Kolosanx knew they had done something wrong.

It also accepts everything they suffer for it.

But it cannot tolerate its eldest sons.

Because the eldest sons were clearly far more wrong than the dragon.

Anger towards Colossax.

Moen also recalled everything from back then.

After a moment of silence, Moen crouched down in front of Kolossanx, placed his hand on its face, and looked into its eyes with utmost seriousness and calmness, saying:

"So our era has come to an end."

Gu Long's boundless rage froze for a moment.

The two remnants of the old era finally found a moment of peace.

Chapter 335 Long Time No See (4k)

In this rare tranquility, both the last ancient dragon and the last eldest son remained silent.

Nobody knows what they're thinking.

Or perhaps they weren't thinking about anything at all.

They were simply enjoying this rare moment of tranquility.

After a long while, it was Gu Long who finally spoke:

Is it over?

Moen repeated the sentence again:

"Yeah, it's over."

Both the eldest son and Gu Long are now remnants of the past.

This is no longer their era.

"This is no longer our era."

As Mohn reiterated this point once again.

Kolossanx became even more sorrowful.

"They're all dead, right?"

It was quite obvious who Kolosant was asking.

So Moen nodded directly and said:

"Yes, with the collapse of that chaotic world, the dragons that went there naturally did not survive."

"So, does that mean the dragon race has completely ended?"

Kolossanx was completely sprawled on the ground.

As a deity of the dragon race, he no longer possessed any of the spirit that a deity or a dragon should have.

"It shouldn't be that bad, after all, there are always dragons like you were back then, right?"

Moen's answer made the ancient dragon chuckle bitterly.

"That's nothing more than prolonging its life."

The new generation of dragons were already unacknowledged remnants, and now they are almost extinct.

The future of such a race, frankly, even if he is a dragon.

He could not see any light at all.

Moen will not offer any guarantees, because the dragons are on the path they have chosen themselves.

He has already shown enough consideration and made enough concessions.

There is no reason to make concessions now.

However, he was facing an ancient dragon that also came from his past.

Moen still offered his goodwill:

"But as long as it exists, there will always be hope."

Kolossanx simply shook his head wearily at Moen's goodwill, saying:

"I hope so, I'm really tired."

From the time of the gods to the present day, even ancient dragons would feel an irresistible weariness.

His tacit approval of Drakarian and his group was perhaps driven by this weariness.

He also wanted to be free!

Moen remained silent on the matter.

And Kolosantx's voice continued:

"You're also the eldest son, so do you know why I'm still alive?"

He should have died long ago, but he's still alive.

This was abnormal, and anyone who was observing would have noticed it long ago.

So how much more so for himself?

Moen carefully considered his answer before giving it:

“Someone left you a blessing, to bless those who stand guard over the boundaries.”

Upon hearing this, Kolossanx probably understood who that person was.

That was a taboo subject, whose name was stripped away and could never be mentioned.

But the reason for this is not because He was wicked, but because He was too important.

Kolossanx struggled to lift his head and glance at his body, which was still emanating black mist, before falling heavily back down, saying:

"This can hardly be called a blessing; it's even a bit malicious."

This left Moen somewhat helpless.

Fortunately, Kolossanks didn't dwell on that; he simply sighed and then asked:

"Why don't I know either? Is it because I wasn't qualified to know back then?"

It was clearly a blessing bestowed upon the dragon's offspring, so why was he, as an ancient dragon and its second son, completely unaware of it?

This was what Kolossanx was most curious about in the final moments of his life.

Moen continued without pausing:

"Because we didn't tell anyone."

Kolossanx then understood and said:

"I see. That's exactly what He does, always silently showing kindness to others without ever making a fuss. But this time it's not so nice."

"He almost created a monster."

At this point, Kolossanx laboriously shifted his head so he could see Moen clearly:

"So this time, it's His blood, isn't it? Although I've been turned into a puppet, I still felt that irresistible power."

“I have seen Him, though I only saw Him from afar, but I will never forget that feeling.”

Mentioning that ancient dragon of His brought me to a deep reverie.

He remembered it was a very ordinary morning. As usual, he followed the original teachings and left the dragon's lair for the human world, preparing to guide mortals to continue the previous lessons.

He planned to teach the mortals of this newborn nation about the forging of dragons within a thousand years.

Then, he saw that person.

The proud sun followed humbly behind Him, not like a brother, but more like a believer and a god.

Moreover, He doesn't seem like the eldest son at all.

He is like the primordial!

The power He represented made him feel that he could not defy it, even just by observing it.

Kolossanx thought that perhaps that was why his kin wanted to cross the line.

After all, He is dead.

Since even gods can die, why should they remain confined to this?

This memory didn't last long before it ended.

Because Kolossanx remembered the days when his kin were still alive.

That was something he had never really wanted to think about.

No matter how much he opposed his clansmen's plans, they were still brothers connected by blood.

He then turned to Moen and asked:

"Am I right?"

"Yes, no."

Kolossanks then smiled slightly and asked with a hint of helplessness:

"So how did you solve it?"

"Is it the same as it was back then?"

Kolossanx really wanted to ask directly, "Was it the same way you killed Him back then?"

But in the end, he chose not to say anything.

After all, he still quite liked this world; he was just really tired.

There's no need to drag the world along on an adventure when you're about to die.

This was a question that even Moen didn't know how to answer.