The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Looking up at the trembling dome, an Armored Dragon Priest glanced at Zel Tua beside him, speaking with a trembling voice.

"Lord Zel... the Barrier, it really seems to have been shaken! Our world is collapsing, I feel like I can hear the Dragon God's wailing!"

This, of course, is one interpretation.

But if everyone thinks this way, the "end of the world" might truly descend.

"Maybe that's not a wail, but a blessing."

By the dim candlelight, Zel silently raised his head and glanced at the pitch-black dome, a bitter smile suddenly appearing on his face as he sighed and spoke.

"And also... don't call me lord, I am just an ordinary citizen living in the United Kingdom."

...

Over a hundred kilometers away, in the Sun Step Mountain Range, the howling gale roared across the hills like a dragon's cry, as if it could level the peaks!

The people of the Wind Roar Tribe had already left their ancestral home at Thunder Cliff.

Those once proud figures soaring among the mountains and cliffs now could only huddle deep in caves, becoming each other's support along with other tribes near the Sun Step Mountains, enduring the endless torment together.

Standing with wings folded at the cave's entrance, looking at the sky churning with black clouds, a hint of fear glimmered in Urga's eyes.

Will all this really end?

Or will...

The world collapse completely at this moment, and this eternal night of darkness become their doomsday—as a punishment from the gods for breaking the covenant with trusted strangers.

The thundering roar was both like a battle axe shattering the shackles and the unwilling roar of the old gods, leaving him momentarily lost.

After all, it wasn't just the barrier dividing the land that was collapsing, but also the barrier within his heart—and the load-bearing wall that held the unstable Spirit of the Wind Roar Tribe.

He had soared countless times in the storm, facing the roaring thunderclouds and the trials from Uranus, yet never before had he felt so frightened and uncertain about the future.

"It will end."

As if seeing through his thoughts, Uyana, the Prophet of the Tide Clan, walked up behind him, speaking softly.

"There is no endless storm, nor a tide that only rises and never falls."

Urga glanced at her, quickly hiding the fear in his eyes, a defiant yet forced cold smile tugging at his lips.

"Did the Sea God tell you that?"

Uyana shook her head, her fins gently swaying like butterfly wings, casting her gaze towards the distance outside the cave.

"The Sea God never tells us where exactly the fish are, or where the currents will lead us. But we still believe that He will take us to where we are meant to go... because the power of belief allows us to keep searching, even if the storm doesn't end on the seventh day, it will end on the eighth, or the ninth."

Urga laughed and said.

"That doesn't sound like something a prophet would say."

Uyana smiled slightly.

"Perhaps, but I think... that is precisely the greatest role of a Prophet. We are ultimately not heavenly gods, but we can unite under the name of the gods, so we don't fall on the eighth day."

Urga fell silent, staring at her, stunned.

Come to think of it, he hadn't noticed before, until now he realized, the Tide Clan also seemed to have wings...

That was not exclusive to the Wind Roar Tribe.

Seeing Urga not speaking, Uyana changed the subject.

"Just now a child asked me, he said... he wants to trade fish for something with you all."

"Trade for what?"

"Information about the fish schools. You can see far from the sky... he wants to share his catch with you, as long as you can lead him to more."

Urga glanced sideways at her, then turned his gaze to the black clouds outside the cave.

"Let's talk after the storm passes... I have no objections anyway."

Uyana smiled faintly, nodding as she spoke.

"Then let's pray together for the future after this."

...

On the ruins of Assam City.

Sitting on Alakdo's back, Luo Yan cradled a Dragon Egg in his arms, letting the turbulent air ruffle his bangs and whip his cloak in the wind.

Looking at the ever-changing skies, a smile involuntarily tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"I guessed it right after all."

The Dragon Egg in his hand felt faintly hot, as if responding to his declaration of victory.

Floating beside Luo Yan, gazing at the sky's anomaly, Youyou softly marveled.

"Truly terrifying, the collective prayer of a group of Lizards can actually slice off a piece of the continent... if everyone imagined the world's destruction, wouldn't the planet disintegrate into pieces?"

Luo Yan chuckled.

"That's an interesting question; all atoms are in constant motion, but have you seen the Dragon Egg in my hands break?"

The power of "Thoughts of All" is frightening, yet most of the time this force is in a state of dynamic balance.

The wishes of "those who want sunshine" and "those who want rain" cancel each other out, and this is merely a divergence in one direction.

What people ponder each day isn't just the weather, and any thought diluted over twenty-four hours becomes negligible.

Unless there's an exceedingly powerful belief that can unite everyone's thoughts, channeling them in the same direction, dispelling all opposing forces.

Just like how the Dragon God used the Lizards' fear of the outside to seal the Gana Continent, and Saint Sis used mankind's fear of death to cast down the Netherworld, essentially applying the same principle.

Including at this very moment, utilizing the knowledge absorbed from Gutaf's journal to forge a "Spear of the Soul" for all the Lizards of the Gana Continent...

It's based on the same power!

Isn't this way more impressive than any Demigod?

As Luo Yan indulged in the pleasure of transcending the extraordinary, Youyou's voice suddenly came from the side, disrupting Luo Yan's thoughts.

"Lord Demon King..."

That voice carried a hint of surprise, causing Luo Yan to unconsciously withdraw his gaze from the air, glancing sideways at the space beside him.

"What is it?"

Youyou didn't answer immediately, just stared intently at the egg in his arms until it was certain that the crack crawling across the scales wasn't an illusion.

It spoke softly.

"The egg in your hands, it really seems to be cracking..."