A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 38 32. Ruins

"Understood? Just leave..." The emperor hadn't finished speaking.

"I'm sorry, I don't accept it." Xuan Hao shook his head expressionlessly, "It's disgusting. I hate it when people tell me some big truths."

"Since you don't want to tell me, then I'll go look for it myself. I really don't believe that I can't find such a big palace."

"Oh, you are indeed a master and disciple... You are so good for the world, how should I be embarrassed..." The emperor sighed, his eyes twinkling.

"???" Why do you want to conquer the world? Xuan Hao couldn't understand this man's thinking. Could it be that his master said something shameful?

"Sorry, what the hell is this world? It's none of my business?" Xuan Hao turned around with disdain, shouldered his spear and walked out without looking back, "What does the life and death of others have to do with me? Is everyone responsible for the rise and fall of the world? I'm just, I just don’t want the old man to die so early.”

"MD, you keep asking labor and capital to live, but you rush to find death. What the hell is that?" He thought it was his master's brain that got heated up. Now that he thought about it, he shouldn't have pretended to say unnecessary nonsense. Isn't this looking for trouble for yourself?

Xuan Hao was not born in this era, and he does not understand what people of this era are like. He is not even from this world at all. Since he is ignorant, it would be good if the world could be better, and he would be happy. But if the price is to sacrifice his important people, then don't do it.

"Smelly old man."

He quickened his pace, feeling very bad now. He knew that even his master would be a dangerous opponent, and thinking of what Xia Mi said before leaving, there was only one answer. There was an unknown hidden somewhere in the palace. Dragon King.

But where exactly will it be?

He jumped to the rooftop of the imperial city, frowned, and looked around.

The palace was deserted, with corpses of dead servants everywhere. Outside the palace, the city remained the same, with a bustling crowd and nothing unusual.

If I have to say the only strange thing...

His eyes fell on a garden deep in the palace. It was called a garden, but it didn't live up to its name. It was more like a ruin, a ruin burned by fire.

Why is there a burned garden in such a huge palace? And it's not fixed yet? It feels strange no matter how you think about it.

What exactly happened here?

Xuan Hao stared at the ruined garden in front of him. He didn't know what was going on and was slightly stunned.

Suddenly there was a strong burning sensation in his back, as if this fire was burning on his body. Behind his invisible back, an ancient mark shines red through his clothes.

…

In the palace, the young man was sleeping on the throne.

"Brother..." Someone committed suicide and shouted in the fire.

It's so annoying. Whose naughty child is this? Don't disturb me when I sleep.

"Brother...save..." The voice was filled with sadness.

Ah, I'm so annoyed. If possible, I would like to wake up, but my eyelids are so heavy. Well, let me sleep for a while, just for a while.

"Brother...if you don't come again, we will be separated again..." The voice became weaker and weaker, and drifted away.

He suddenly felt very lonely. He was obviously asleep. Why did he have such thoughts in his dream? He was already asleep. The sound that gradually faded away was filled with sadness and loneliness. The eyes that had been closed for thousands of years trembled slightly.

"Brother...it's so dark and narrow here. I'm so scared. There are so many people outside...they want to take me away..."

Outside? So dark? Child, are you going to be put in a sack? Met a human trafficker? He suddenly woke up.

He was sitting on a golden throne, wearing a royal robe that he had never seen before. What he saw before him was a warm floor paved with jade. The palace was empty, and no one was there except him. Why is he here?

"Hello? Where are you? Why can't I find you?" He stood up.

His robe dragged on the ground, and he walked towards the door step by step.

This door is so big, and why am I here, still wearing this clothes?

The young man reached out to push the door open. This door should be heavy, right?

Um? How could it be so light?

The door opened, and what was in front of me was hell.

The young man saw it, it was a battlefield, no, this was just a one-sided plunder.

The fire was burning like a giant beast that was devouring everything, trying to turn everything here into ashes.

They burned, killed and looted, and there were screams everywhere. Everything in the garden that could be looted was taken away. If they couldn't move it, they used carts or animals to carry it.

If it was really unlucky, he would destroy it arbitrarily. When it was destroyed, the young man's heart was unmoved because he didn't know where this place was. He didn't know this garden at all, and he had never been there before, and it had nothing to do with him.

But there was something that made his pupils suddenly shrink and his heart felt an indescribable pain.

what is that? Is that a coffin? But why would I care about a coffin?

"Snapped!"

The young man wanted to step forward and take a look, but he ran into a wall. The door was obviously open, but there seemed to be an invisible barrier locking him in the palace.

"I'm leaving, brother. Goodbye. If I have the chance, I really want to see you in person." A somewhat childish voice came.

He heard clearly that the sound came from the coffin. Hearing this voice, he was a little confused. He wanted to ask you if you recognized the wrong person, but he couldn't say it because his heart hurt inexplicably.

"Goodbye, brother, humans can't be trusted."

"boom!"

The boy punched the barrier, and the blazing light shone on his robe, not sunlight, but firelight. In the blazing flames, the garden cried, the boy cried, and the charred human figures ran and screamed in the blazing country. They carried the coffin and passed in front of the boy, but they seemed not to see the boy. No matter how the boy beat him, those people were indifferent.

The white jade stone fell, the fire was still burning, and the screams continued. It was simply hell on earth.

He watched the boy being taken away, and his heart really hurt, as if he had lost something most important, empty, just because he could not wake up.

He suddenly remembered something very important. It seemed that he did have a younger brother, a younger brother who was sealed with him.

"Wei Ming... Wuyue." His lips trembled.

He opened his eyes suddenly. In the palace with brilliant crystal walls and on the throne, the door was still closed. He was breathing rapidly, his whole body was shaking, and endless anger surged into his heart.

"Humanity!!!!!!!!"

…

Xuanhao stroked the ruins of the garden.

The burning sensation in my back has not diminished at all, and has even become stronger.

He didn't know what was behind him, he couldn't see it at all, and there was no mirror here.

But he must feel that it is inseparable from everything here, and he can only find the answer by moving forward.