Dragon Clan, Lu Mingfei wants to reach a perfect ending

Lu Mingfei carried Old Tang into the bronze door, but when he stepped inside the bronze door, he clearly felt a difference that was incompatible with the outside world.

From the outside, the world behind the bronze door was all dark when seen through the gap in the bronze door. However, when Lu Mingfei walked into that world holding Lao Tang, he found that it was not what he saw with his eyes.

It was pitch black the moment before, but the next moment warm light descended from the sky and shone on Lu Mingfei and Lao Tang.

The change of light was a little too fast. Even though Lu Mingfei had an extremely high bloodline, his pupils suddenly shrank to face the sudden change of light.

"Welcome, the half-blood that was predicted. I am very happy to have you here."

The previous voice came from right in front of Lu Mingfei, and the appearance of this voice also made Lu Mingfei turn his gaze to the front of him.

The vertical space inside the bronze door is large, but in terms of horizontal space, it is not that large. On the steps more than ten meters away, a hunched figure had his back to Lu Mingfei, and she was the one who made the voice.

"Prophet, maybe." Lu Mingfei didn't care what the prophet she was talking about was. The answer to this question was of no substantial help to the problem he wanted to solve.

"I don't want to know the prophet's answer. I just want to know how to cut the Dragon King's spirit."

Lu Mingfei held Old Tang in his arms and walked towards the hunched figure, expressing his guess as he walked.

"I think the reason I just happened to know that you have a method to cut the Dragon King's spirit should be because you instructed Xu Yingxing. Otherwise, why would it be such a coincidence that he told me this method so accurately when I needed it."

"Of course, it's possible that I guessed right, or it's possible that I guessed wrong, but no matter what, if you really have a way to cut the Dragon King's spirit."

Lu Mingfei stopped when he was ten steps away from her. He raised his head slightly, looked at the hunched figure, and put forward his conditions.

"You can get whatever you want from me. I can pay any price and gain the goodwill of a supreme being."

Lu Mingfei quoted his lowest price without hesitation. If there was really a stable and reliable way to cut the hunched figure in front of him, then that would be the most reliable solution.

There was no other way. He was unwilling to use his last resort unless it was absolutely necessary.

Because the final solution is for him to compete directly with Norton's spirit body. No matter whether he wins or Norton wins, Old Tang will be the vulnerable civilian when the two overlords fight.

There is a great possibility that they will be destroyed in the aftermath of their spiritual battle.

"Prophet, you are very anxious, but my advice on this matter is not to be too anxious. As the ancients said, you can't eat hot tofu if you are impatient."

"I also know why you came to me, but are you so sure that I won't lie to you or give you a false excuse?"

The hunched figure put forward two hypotheses, and both of them were unfavorable to Lu Mingfei.

But Lu Mingfei didn't care. His clothes moved without wind and his eyes lit up with a bright golden color.

"Whether your methods are genuine or fake, I only need to take one look to know if you are deceiving me."

A supreme pressure seemed to descend upon the world behind the bronze door, and heavy pressure was placed on all objects in the space.

Even inanimate objects like stone creaked under this kind of pressure, as if they would be shattered into pieces in the next moment.

“Then you will definitely die. Even God cannot spare your life.” Lu Mingfei’s voice was extremely cold, and it contained a murderous intent that was as tangible as a substance.

No one would doubt the truthfulness of the words of a Supreme Being, because the moment he spoke them, they were already established as true.

"Is that so? That's really scary." The hunched figure was bearing this terrifying pressure, but still looked relaxed. This time she finally turned around.

"But you are indeed the legendary prophet. I haven't felt such pressure for a long time. It's like facing a dragon king in his prime."

“It makes me feel like I can’t breathe.”

When she turned around, her appearance was beyond Lu Mingfei's imagination. Lu Mingfei had guessed that she might be an elderly person in her twilight years, so her back was so hunched.

But when she turned around, there were not wrinkles on her face as she had imagined, but instead pieces of blue-grey dragon scales inlaid on her face. The prominent fiery golden blood veins were winding around her face like the roots of an old tree, and it looked extremely ugly.

This doesn't look like a person at all, or rather, rather than looking like a person, it's more like a Deadpool, because only Deadpool would look so ugly and hideous.

Although the surprise in Lu Mingfei's eyes flashed away, it was still noticed by the old man in front of him.

"Okay, there's no need to hide the surprise in your eyes. I'm ugly and I'm used to other people's strange looks." The old man walked down the steps step by step and came in front of Lu Mingfei.

"I won't beat around the bush with you, prophet. I have a method to cut the spirit of the Dragon King. It is genuine and has been proven to be feasible in practice."

Before Lu Mingfei could show any joy on his face, her next words shattered the joy in his heart.

"But you can't use the method of cutting the Dragon King's spirit in your current situation." She said with great certainty, and then looked at Old Tang in Lu Mingfei's arms.

"Because your goal is not to destroy the Dragon King, but to save a Dragon King. However, the Dragon Kingdom's method is always to kill the Dragon King. We hybrids will never think about how to save a Dragon King."

This sentence extinguished the last hope in Lu Mingfei's heart, because he also understood that what the old man in front of him said was right.

Dragon Kingdom is a country with a 5,000-year history of slaying dragons. During these 5,000 years, countless mixed-race people have fought for only one goal, which is to slay the dragon and strangle the Dragon King on the vast land of Dragon Kingdom.

Under this trend, naturally no half-blood would be foolish enough to study how to save the Dragon King. Even a half-blood with a problem in his brain would not do such a heretical thing.

"Despite this, I still want to try this method. I am willing to believe that there is a one in ten thousand chance that he can help me." Lu Mingfei did not give up. He still wanted one last chance.

"Of course you can. The method is on the bookshelf next to you. If you want, you can look it up now. But I have something else to tell you."

"Perhaps what I say will be helpful to your current situation. After all, if you want to save a dragon king, you must know as much as possible about it, right?"

This sentence made Lu Mingfei stop walking towards the bookshelf.

"What is it? I'm all ears."

Although the current situation is very urgent, the purpose of coming here has been achieved, and it will not waste too much time to listen to some potentially useful news.

And it might also be of some help to him, so Lu Mingfei thought he could give it a listen.

"Based on your current condition, prophet, I will give you a piece of advice, that is, the spirit of the Dragon King is indivisible to some extent."

“Like water, it looks like it can be divided into countless small drops, but in essence, they are just changes in the form of water. When they gather together, they will return to their original state.”

The ugly old man said so, but Lu Mingfei did not understand what he said.

"I hate riddlers. If possible, please tell me the real meaning." Lu Mingfei asked straight to the point. He didn't want to be like those people in novels who knew the meaning of the riddles at the last moment.

But the ugly old man shook his head. "This is not what I want to say to you. This is what the prophecy wants me to say to you. I don't know the specific message of this sentence."

Prophecy, prophecy again.

Lu Mingfei once again heard the word "prophecy" from the old man's words. The word "prophecy" had appeared many times in this short conversation.

"What is the prophecy? Can you be brief? I'm in a hurry." Lu Mingfei asked the old man what the prophecy meant.