The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon

Time flies

In the blink of an eye, it was already the morning of the sixth day

There is still one day left until the Sphinx couple's true souls are warmed up and Ron leaves the Realm of the Dead.

In the black and white world, three great suns were shining across the sky.

It was obviously noon, but the Realm of the Dead was still extremely cold.

The sun seems to turn into the moon here.

Only the clear glow remains, no warmth.

The [Tower of Death] still stands quietly in the center of the entire world of the dead, showing its cold and solemn atmosphere.

Viewed from a distance, this half-remaining building similar to a mage tower towers into the clouds. The lower half of the tower seems to have been forcibly torn apart and disappears into the void.

The top of the spire constructed by Pablo penetrates the clouds, as if it is a passage to the sky.

It is so tall and powerful that it reminds people of the giant gods and ladders described in ancient myths.

The surface of the Death Tower is black and looks very smooth. It seems that there is a mysterious force that makes it naturally blend into this dark and death environment.

"when--"

From time to time, you can hear the low and rhythmic bells from the tower, which seem to remind everything in the world, the ruthlessness of time and the brevity of life.

There are no other buildings or landscapes surrounding the Tower of Death,

It's like crossing over from another world, not connected to anything here.

Despite the unknown length of time, the Death Tower is still as stable as a mountain, and it does not require anyone's maintenance or repairs.

It is like an eternal existence, always guarding this abandoned and forgotten corner, quietly waiting for its final fate to arrive.

"Where are you going today?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Can't you just swallow the food in your mouth before talking?"

Ron held his chin up and looked speechlessly at the goddess of death who was holding a basket of shrimp dumplings in her mouth.

"This guy's food tastes really good. Is the food I cook so delicious?"

He tried taking a shrimp dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth.

Hmm. It's noodles and sweet, but the steaming heat is a bit too high. It's far from what Vivian makes. It's not delicious!

A certain rainbow dragon gave his masterpiece a high score of 0.

After enduring the unpleasant taste, I swallowed it.

Ron put down his chopsticks and rested his cheek with one hand, continuing to watch the live broadcast of the silver-haired lady sitting opposite.

As for why this scene suddenly appeared?

That has to start from early morning.

Ron didn't know where his muscles were cramping this morning.

After getting up from the bed of death, the "exhausted" rainbow dragon suddenly wanted to cook something for himself.

As a result, the goddess of death, who was very interested, insisted on pestering him to taste the food of the astral world.

As a result, the aroma of food that had not been seen in hundreds of epochs floated in the Tower of Death, adding a touch of fireworks to this cold building.

As a result, Ron didn't take a few bites, but she became addicted to it.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo delicious!"

At this time, the goddess of death was like a girl who had not eaten for eight hundred years (it seemed true), launching a fierce attack on the exquisite breakfast dishes with different shapes and tastes on the table.

I don’t know how she did it. Although her movements seemed slow, the plates were stacked faster than Ron was cooking at full speed!

"Slow down, slow down"

"By the way, our seven-day trip will only go to the Prairie of the Past? There is a bit of a shortage of travel items in the Realm of the Dead."

Ron lay on the table and complained in boredom about the repeated journeys he had been doing these past few days.

No matter how beautiful the scenery is, you will get a little bored after watching it for five days.

In his hand, he was playing with the box that was as smooth as obsidian. It was a super artifact that stored the true spirit of the Sphinx couple and could be repaired.

Ron would throw the box into the sky from time to time, and then catch it with his suddenly extended tail, enjoying it over and over again.

The Goddess of Death raised her head when she heard the sound, blinking her eyes like two pills of black mercury while eating, and looked at Ron with an innocent face.

Because she stuffed too much food at the same time, her cheeks were bulging, like a puffy puffer fish.

"How about marrying Xiao Ruo?" (Where do you want to go, little Ron?)

She ate her rare breakfast and muttered in response to Ron's questions.

Unfortunately, Ron didn't understand a word he said.

"Swallow it first, eat slowly, and no one will compete with you."

"These are all yours, if they are not enough for me to do more."

Ron looked at the dozens of cleared specialty plates stacked on the table, as well as dozens of other types of breakfasts that were about to be cleared, and felt secretly grateful.

Fortunately, I didn't use up all the food ingredients I brought with me, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to make this meal.

These are all foods prepared based on the portions of legendary dragon food. Ron made breakfast for ten dragons today!

And the Goddess of Death actually ate all the food herself. Ron only tasted two rice cakes and a shrimp dumpling, and didn't use his chopsticks again.

"So it turns out that God's appetite is much higher than that of ordinary people~~~"

Looking at the devouring goddess of death, Ron thought silently in his heart.

Since the memory is greatly enhanced after becoming a dragon,

Many recipes and other miscellaneous things that Ron had seen on the Internet in his previous life seemed to be engraved into his mind, and whenever he thought of them, they were played back in his mind like a video.

So when he was bored learning magic in the imaginary number space, Ron would occasionally try to cook for himself.

After so many years of practice, although the taste is not as good as Vivian's, it is still manageable.

"Because what little Ron makes is so delicious that I can't stop eating it."

Looking at the goddess of death with a happy expression on her face, Ron also understood a little bit why Vivian liked to watch him eat so much.

There is indeed a sense of satisfaction that comes from eating the food you made with your own hands and having other people eat it and look satisfied.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu"

While the goddess of death was eating, she suddenly stretched out a hand and started licking it.

Ron's mouth twitched as he looked at her poor performance.

"What's wrong with you?"

"When I think about little Ron leaving soon, I won't be able to eat these delicacies."

"Could this be the last breakfast?"

She kept stuffing food into her mouth while "hiding her face and crying".

Ron looked at her speechlessly.

Then you should stop the hand holding rice rolls!

Doesn’t this guy know that showing off his food while pretending to cry won’t get sympathy from others?

When you do this, the feeling of sadness is completely diluted!

"What nonsense are you talking about? Aren't you leaving tomorrow? Can I cook more delicious food for you tomorrow?"

"But I want to do it every day."

The goddess of death kept blinking with her big Kazlan eyes and launched a "soul blow" to Ron.

"and"

Ron suddenly interrupted the goddess of death, making her eyes flicker, looking forward to the follow-up answer.

"Um?"

She waited quietly, with a hint of nervousness in her eyes, waiting for his next words.

But Ron turned his head subconsciously, as if he dared not look directly into the wise eyes of the goddess of death.

The white sea of ​​true souls outside the window swam slowly, splashing out some thick soul-like shapes from time to time.

He curled his lips and whispered reluctantly:

"If I have time, I will probably come to visit you occasionally."

"real?"

Looking at the goddess of death who didn't even eat anymore, she stood up and ran to him with a surprised look on her face.

Ron coughed twice awkwardly and emphasized again.

"Ahem, cough, cough, just occasionally! I can't come here every day!"

"Anyway, the power of protection is quite sufficient."

Before he could finish speaking, a fragrant wind wrapped his warm body into his arms.

"Very good!"

The powerful impact was just like the head-on collision of the dump truck back then, knocking Ron directly to the ground and grinning in pain.

"Be gentle! Be gentle!"

"Hiss! The bone is broken!"

Ron was hugged by the goddess of death and fell to the ground, wailing continuously.

Fortunately, the goddess of death, who was in an extremely excited state, still had some sense of control.

If you really want to sprint with all your strength.

Then it is estimated that Ron may really stay here to accompany her forever.

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After the goddess of death had eaten and drank enough, it was already afternoon.

An emerald green dragon set off from the Death Tower and sprinted towards the east at a speed of 50,000 meters per second.

You can also see a small black dot on his shoulder, which is a certain goddess who just finished breakfast and wants to have dinner.

Seeing her unfinished look, Ron thought that if the stored ingredients hadn't been almost exhausted, she would have been able to eat all day long without stopping.

"Where are we going today?"

Ron said loudly.

raging wind

When speaking at super high speed, it is impossible to hear what you are saying unless you speak louder.

In the realm of the dead, his own biological stance field has completely failed.

This iridescent dragon's innate ability is somewhat similar to Superman in comics. It can ensure that when it lifts a large object, it will not turn into a joke like poking five holes with a slap.

In the main plane, even though Ron's speed has far exceeded the speed of sound, due to the existence of a biological stance, speaking while flying will not affect the transmission of his voice at all.

"Originally I wanted to take you to the Upside Down Stone World, but there was a small problem there today. However, I have arranged for someone to solve it. I will take you there next time you come."

The goddess of death smiled and lay on Ron's shoulder, speaking slowly.

Her voice is completely unconstrained by physical rules, and every word is like a whisper in her ear.

At this time, Ron had transformed into a dragon body, and under the guidance of the Goddess of Death, he went in the completely opposite direction to the grassland of the past.

"Then where are we going?"

"I thought about it for a moment. Before you leave, I'd better show you the [Eternal Fall Canyon]."

"Fell into the canyon forever?"

Ron muttered, unlocking a new term.

The goddess of death smiled and nodded.

"Well, it's completely opposite to the Prairie of the Past."

"If the Prairie of the Past is the place where the beautiful memory fragments that true spirits value most are gathered, then the Eternal Fall Canyon is its opposite, where many dark true spirit obsessions gather."

After Ron listened to her story, he subconsciously touched his chin, and then complained:

"This place sounds very nuclear."

He couldn't wait to see what it was like there.

After flying at full speed for more than three hours, the black area under Ron gradually began to change, and wisps of purple aura suddenly appeared in the black and white world.

"Here we are."

The goddess of death looked at the huge crack that was slowly spewing purple mist far away, and said slowly.

Without her reminder, Ron had already noticed the different atmosphere emanating from there.

He lowered his speed and slowly flew over the crack, looking curiously at the huge cracks.

"Is this the Everfall Canyon?"

Ron asked in a low voice.

Seen from above, the entire Everfall Canyon is made up of five huge cracks. Each crack spits out purple mist with different concentrations. Just looking at these mist will make people feel dizzy and subconsciously want to fall into it.

They are connected like a dragon claw, and Ron and the Goddess of Death are in the center of this purple-black dragon claw.

Ron's nearly 100-meter-long dragon body looked like a small ant in front of these five huge canyons.

The goddess of death looked at the Everfall Canyon with a complicated expression, nodded and whispered:

"Yes, this is another transformation place in the multiverse. Many true spirits that even I don't want to swallow are discarded here. They are tortured by the meaning of death all the time, and are finally tortured in the canyon. Will enter reincarnation."

"Similarly, this is also the origin of the legend of the eighteen levels of hell that people often say."

The goddess of death observed the surrounding scene and said to Ron with a smile:

"This is the entrance to another world, little Ron, are you ready?"

Her tone didn't reveal a trace of uneasiness or excitement, just like she was discussing eating and drinking.

Although it was dangerous to fall into the Everfall Canyon, it was as easy for her as strolling through her own back garden.

Ron nodded, and his body gradually lowered into the gap between the five cracks.

After this period of practice, he has become determined enough to believe that he can cope with any challenge.

Of course, having the goddess of death by his side is also an "insignificant" part of his confidence~~~

It only accounts for a little bit of 100 million.

Through the huge skull canyon, Ron slowly flew deeper into the purple mist.

The environment here is extremely harsh, with mountains of bones piled up, and the smell of death and evil everywhere.

If the goddess of death wasn't sitting on Ron's shoulders and all the breath of death consciously avoided his body, I'm afraid the protective power in Ron's body wouldn't be enough to consume the sea-like abyss of death.

Deep in the Everfall Canyon are some howling purple mist masses.

"These ghost-like things are also a type of true spirit. They are bound in the Eternal Fall Canyon and are constantly tortured by the breath of death. They will not enter reincarnation until their will is completely dissipated."

The goddess of death sat next to Ron and acted as a temporary guide to explain to him.

Ron looked curiously at the true spirits attached to the canyon walls.

Some of the purple true spirits at the top acted as if they had seen a ghost after seeing Ron, and immediately ran to other places.

These guys don't seem to be like the unconscious true spirits in the Sea of ​​True Spirits and the Prairie of Rebirth.

They seemed to still retain some wisdom. The moment they noticed Ron, they drifted far away and hid behind the rocks before they dared to poke their heads out and take a sneak look at him.

Of course, the most important thing is to look at the goddess of death sitting leisurely on Ron's shoulder.

"These guys don't seem very hospitable, do they?"

Ron's lips cracked, enjoying the gaze of these true spirits who had done countless outrageous and evil things during their lives.

"What are you looking at? Come and bite me if you don't accept it?"

He changed his flight path from time to time, scaring the group of purple true spirits into screaming and running away frantically.

Of course, there were a few of them who were also reckless, cursing in a language that Ron couldn't understand, while rushing towards him.

This group of tortured and crazy true spirits are preparing to unite to capture this iridescent dragon, the first living person to enter the Eternal Fall Canyon in countless years.

Some of them even have golden thread patterns on their true spirits, and their speed and solidity are particularly different from other true spirits.

"boom!"

Naturally, the fate of these true spirits was that they all turned into ashes under the white palms of the goddess of death.

With a clap of your little hand, you’ll be reincarnated~

"Those golden patterns are the symbol of the true spirit after the death of the gods. These are just a few I shot to death outside the territory."

Seeing Ron's very interested expression, the Goddess of Death caught the few true spirits that had run far away and were wrapped in gold threads and showed them to him.

They were defenseless before the goddess of death, lifted up in her hands like little chickens.

Regardless of whether you were a god or a demon before, in the realm of the dead, if you can survive even one second in the hands of the goddess of death, she will lose.

"By the way, this is the beast you killed a few days ago. Isn't it very fateful~"

The goddess of death pointed at a black and purple mist with a smile and said.

Its golden threads are different from those of other true spirits, forming outside the body the appearance of a giant beast with a big mouth to swallow.

"An alien god? That's it."

Ron curiously observed the trembling true spirit in his hand.

He tried to squeeze these groups of true spirits, but the solid purple mist did not move at all in the dragon's claws.

These things looked soft as mist and seemed insubstantial, but after actually holding it, Ron realized that this thing was so hard.

"Were these the things that fought against me in the imaginary number space?"

Ron sighed as he looked at them.

The current situation is really full of twists and turns.

The evil being that could not be killed at first was now trembling in his hands.

What a poor child, he was frightened at first sight.

In order to prevent him from continuing like this, Ron turned to look at the goddess of death and tried to ask:

"Can we also transcend it? I feel uncomfortable looking at Him, and it reminds me of some bad memories."

"Of course ~ just little Ron."

Before the goddess of death could finish speaking, Ron stepped forward and kissed her twice on the cheek.

He has mastered the skill of defeating the Goddess of Death during the continuous "training" in the Death Tower in the past two days.

This time, the goddess of death was so happy that she directly provided a set of VIP slapping services to the desperate evil spirit in Ron's palm.

The poor evil spirit performed a sudden death on the spot for Ron.